Margaery drank to the toast and then reached for her utensils. She watched Hannibal's movements and followed his lead, taking a piece of the leg first. As it was, it seemed more appetizing than the liver. Tentatively she brought the meat to her lips and ate the piece she'd cut free.

It was...surprisingly familiar. Leaner than chicken and venison, but with similar texture. Margaery remembered having bear meat at her wedding to Renly. The texture was not that different. She looked up to Hannibal and smiled.

"Expertly seasoned, as expected, my love," she praised.