[his smile twists to one side when she proves him right. he nods.]

I'll just be a moment, Your Grace.

[he ducks out and it takes him several moments to track down a satisfactory cheese plate, sneaking a few slices on the way. he returns with several different kinds (and colors) of hard cheeses, some brie, a generous schmear each of chevre and a triple creme, a handful of hazelnuts and shelled chestnuts, and a lot of fruits that have no business being in season at the same time--strawberries, blueberries, apple slices, grapes, tiny grapes, fresh figs. There's a small pool of honey and a jam that will turn out to be quince, but he thinks is probably marmalade. he slides it in front of dany and sits back down next to her.]

Don't ask me what the cheeses are called. Everything here has its own name. I don't know how anyone could be expected to remember them all.