Well then. Bran raised his eyebrows curiously, as if he had no idea what she could possibly be alluding to, before turning to follow the direction she was pointing in. "Sure. Setting the table it is, then." Cutlery, napkins, plates and glasses - how hard could it be? He pulled open the drawer first, pausing momentarily at her second request. He hated things like that, especially because most people found it so easily to choose random tidbits to reveal about themselves. It couldn't be anything serious; just a stupid little fact would do. "Something else no one else knows about me?" Which was pretty much everything. "Well, I've always been kind of afraid of horses. They never liked me very much." It was actually true; he'd had some bad experiences with horses in the circus which involved him nearly being kicked in the face and trampled on two separate occasions.