[Sansa's concern over the proper planning of parties draws up shades of nostalgia for Paul. He can imagine his mother showing the same concern, although her disapproval would have been expressed in a specific pressing of her mouth and delicately arched eyebrows instead of words. He thinks words are a touch kinder.]

I think he did good work, for his first time. [He says, fondly.] I promise he did listen, even if he acted like he didn't.

As for that...the truth is, I don't know what my favorite kind of cake is.