[Her eyes flicker toward Sansa, a smile flickering across her lips. She isn't quite comfortable enough to jest about how swift Jon would find himself at the bottom of his cup -- but she makes a go of it anyway.]

Lady Stark makes a sound proposal -- it would make certain you remembered to partake in the variety.

[Her glass is pulled to her lips to disguise the return of her smile, which is only slightly unkind.]

Perhaps Prompto will even be so kind as to escort you to your bedchambers when you are through.