Lorelai did not know how long she had spent sitting on the bench with her head low and her eyes glued to her toes.
A sudden gust of wind made her flinch as she sensed a distinct and very delicious smell of something meaty and when she turned her head to its source, she saw Rhaegar standing next to her with a bottle of wine and a wooden plate filled with different smoked meats.
"You look like a dead tulip, Princess," he smiled, taking a seat beside her and extending the plate so that she could take her pick.
Lorelai did not appreciate his sarcasm.
She frowned and turned her face away from the plate, pouting. "I can't... I am on a diet, remember?"
Rhaegar measured her with a long, silent stare, then let out a long sigh, and shook his head disapprovingly.
"You will not gain weight just by having this tonight. It pains me to see you like this."
'It pains him?' Lorelai could not believe his words. Why would he even care?
