Loras rolled his eyes and didn't answer that particular question. Margaery had likely known about him a lot longer than he'd wanted her to, but it took him slightly aback that she was so candid about it, as if it didn't bother her at all. It was possible that it didn't, and she didn't need to know about Renly. Not yet.
"Where's your luggage?" he asked before Obi-Want offered a seat. Naturally, he'd take water as he rarely drank anything else but Gatorade and water, maybe juice, and it was too early for alcohol. He sat with Margaery, still holding her hand, still disbelieving that she was here.