“I had thought the same. People are more likely to trust the familiar than the strange and so we must make ourselves familiar.”

When the barmaid brings them the pot of tea Sansa ordered, she takes it with a word of thanks and goes to pour cups for both she and Bucky. There’s some sort of thick cakes they’ve brought too that smell faintly of honey and Sansa is eager to try them.

“I want you to come out with me again. As much as I want to trust these people are good, I’ve had ill luck with blind trust in the past and you’ve been a very good escort. I suppose I’m blindly trusting you but I hope that won’t end up going badly for me.”