A part of her expected that she should have fancier tastes than she did, royal blood and all that. She should have dreamed of palaces and courtiers and knights like Sansa did, maybe; perhaps it was that she knew why she would be surrounded by such things in real life that she didn't crave them in her imaginings. She wasn't picky, she just wanted to be happy, maybe to find some way to do good for people while she was at it.

She regarded Jon with some curiosity when he spoke. Indistinct fantasy could be anything she wanted it to, or anything that anyone else wanted it to be, of course it was open enough to be nicer than anything, one way or another. "It's -- it's the best thing I can imagine," she agreed slowly.

There was no mistaking how she'd heard it when, after a weighty pause, she added in a whisper, "And of course there is."