That statement could have been taken in more ways than one. Loras nearly choked on his own bite as he laughed softly with a closed mouth before he swallowed again. He swiped at his mouth with the back of his wrist and shook his head. "Catering, I suppose," he answered, then looked at his reclining fiance, the smile still on his face.
"I'm sure the picky ones will find something," he continued. "Do you remember how the weddings were in King's Landings? Big affairs with long tables full of meats and potatoes." The very thought of one of those feasts made his mouth spring water.