Jaime focused on the food to keep his mind off on the way his father was looking at him. He placed a small portion of his kitchen labour into his mouth and promptly choked on it when his father started talking. He placed the cutlery down on either side of the plate and covered his mouth with both hands as he coughed.
He had seen himself in the white cloak and the armour laced with gold, but he must have been at least twenty years younger than he was now. There was a lot of time between that and his dream of sharing a bath with Brienne. He didn't have his armour then, so he didn't know if he might have been stripped of his knighthood after he killed the king.
"You didn't think it was worth mentioning at all?" he asked, slightly incredulous, wheezing a little after he managed to get that bit of melon dislodged from his windpipe.