Cookies taste better than mischief. Both are common place things, seemingly small and harmless. More blame cookies for ill than actual mischief. Looking back on the event those months ago brings only smiles to Brienne. The strong bond they made from that day forward is the best outcome.

Own turn? Her pale eyebrows lift at attention. That other question does pull her to answer. "I think so. They say we return from whence we came moment to moment... at least for some. Ah, if I could just... go to spring." It always feels like a warm, pleasant season with Frea.

Brienne lightly shakes her head and takes them in another turn. "Would you--will you stay here?"