"Oh, no, no," Aggi says dismissively. "I'll just send one of the girls along to freshen up the sheets and get a fire going. Do you take a warming pan of an evening? Some people like things crisp, I know."

Nathaniel.

Ysalwen laughs quietly.

"You could ask Aggi to be ready to receive one hundred guests in two hours and she'd still insist it was no trouble, I swear."

Aggi looks skeptical. "You say that, but you and I both know, my lady, that you'd never dream of doing such a thing."

Ysalwen presses her knuckles to her mouth, eyes sparkling with badly-suppressed mirth. "Just so you admit in advance that it will not be my fault if our King ever decides to pay a spontaneous call."

Aggi actually swats at Ysalwen's shoulder with the flowers, almost reflexively.

"Oh, go on with you, then. Just know that my husband will take it out of you when yon mabari there goes to stud."