She sighed into his shoulder and shut her eyes against the temptation -- only to see visions of the same slink along behind her lids. Chocolate and tarts and she even tried to imagine marshmallows with nothing but their names to conjure a picture. "How cruel!" Sansa objected, but not without much force and certainly not without a mild smirk. "You will make us both hungry with talk like that."

And yet: "Do you drink it as you drink tea? Or is it spooned from a bowl, like soup?"

Hot chocolate.