"No, Bobby. You look fine." He was too old anyway to be going on those obscene diets that people in the industry seemed to do too often. In part he was worried that Sansa might have to do the same. She had already given up meat and Ned wouldn't have her giving up her leafy things just because some pervert decided she wasn't skinny enough since her ribs weren't poking through her skin.
"I am working from home, but not on that board." There was a laptop in that tray underneath the coffee table where he did all his work from. The board was...
"That's my... I've been working through the dreams. On the board."