[Claire, naturally, sits at the head of the table. It's spot she fell into easily when she moved into the house.]

I did. Might not be as good as what you're used to [read: Frank's], but there's enough chocolate in it to make up for it, I think.

[Below the table, at Claire's feet, there's an unhappy little whimper. Quiver, one of the three dogs Theon's brought in--and the one she likes most. Nothing to do with the fact that she gave the poor, aptly named thing to him.]

Oh, hush. You don't want chocolate, believe me.