Hester laughed louder. "My chamberpot shall be rimmed in gold from the Westerlands and a bride gift from some Lannister. Maybe the head of house, depending on how well my stomach turns. Oh, and we shall have to have hair ribbons that match our meals. For later purposes, to be sure."
She shook her head, overwhelmed with the absurdity of it all. "And think of what they'll say? 'Lady Elia, such a perfect maid. Anything less than the finest honey made by the Seven and her stomach turns it out."