"They're perfect," Eliot said approvingly of the necklace on her. There was something slightly wistful in his expression.
Margaery was similar to Fen in some ways-- height, size, hair color and length, they could pass for sisters-- different in the important ways-- the woman in front of him was cunning and remarkably calm no matter the circumstances. Eliot had never been as kind to his wife as he should have, and being kind to Margaery, he knew, wouldn't actually make up for it.
It maybe didn't stop him from subconsciously trying, though.
"It's gelatin. You might actually find it too sweet. It's supposed to be strawberry flavored, but more like strawberry pie filling flavor, if that makes any sense or if your world even has strawberries. I'm not sure what food is like where you come from, but you don't strike me as coming from a world with processed sugar in everything."
He offered her a spoon with a small smirk. "If you're feeling brave?"