"I can't believe we're buying more mead, as if we didn't have enough back home," Brienne rolls her eyes as she watches Tormund placing three bottles of the aforementioned drink in the shopping cart.

"Not my fault if you don't want to let go of that horrid grape water," he shrugs. Then he adds with a smirk, "Or drink my sour goat's milk."

She makes a disgusted face. "Ugh! Seven hells, no! I'll never drink that thing again."

He chuckles and pushes the shopping cart. That day when his yellow haired girlfriend had tried his drink was truly funny. Unfortunately he could not get to convince her she would only have to drink a few more times until she got used to its taste. He loves teasing her about it now and then.

"You don't know what you're missing, Brienne. Besides, all this mead is just in case Sandor, Beric, Thoros and Jorah want to have a sip. If they don't, well, that's all for me."

"Yeah, sure," she snorts. "Good thing that the Mead-King of Ruddy Hall doesn't get drunk so easily."

"True that," he kisses her cheek.

Tonight the four men are coming to Tormund and Brienne's place to play poker with him, which means she is free to have a girls night out with the Stark sisters, Daenerys and Missandei. Even though they are going to miss each other, they are looking forward to their commitments Right now, however, the couple are buying drinks and snacks for the players, and whatever else they may need.

"We have blood sausage and bacon at home, right?" Brienne asks after observing all the kinds of meat at display.

"Aye," Tormund confirms. "But some haunch of goat wouldn't hurt."

She lights up, and starts speaking enthusiastically, "Don't tell me we're going to have your amazing roasted haunch of goat. I simply love your roasted haunch of goat."

He laughs. "We are. I was thinking about Saturday night. How does that sound?"

"That's perfect!" She rewards him with a quick kiss on his lips. "Saturday night, then."

The red beard man simply smiles at her. After a brief pause, he suggests, "Maybe the guys will want some black bread, too."

"Good idea. We'll get the bread we pick some fruits. And I think we also need-" Brienne suddenly interrupts herself.

"What's that?" Tormund looks at her quizzically.

"Oh gods, lemon cakes!" Brienne squeaks, and before he knows it, she is running toward the cake section and grabbing a tray of her favorite sweet. When he reaches her, she is beaming, but her beam instantly fades, a deep frown taking over her features.

"What's wrong, love?" Tormund asks.

Brienne places the tray back in the container. "Perhaps this isn't a good idea."

"Why not?"

"I," she hesitates for a moment, then concedes, "I may or may not have put on some weight and-"

"Stop," he is fast to interrupt her. "What are you on about? You look fine, Brienne."

She laughs awkwardly. "You're too kind, love, but it's true. I'm not really much of a sweet tooth, but I can't control myself when it comes to lemon cakes. It's stronger than me! I could eat this whole tray at once if you let me. And I still want to fit in that lovely dress you gave me."

"Oh, darling," Tormund wraps a comforting arm around Brienne's shoulder, his voice hoarse, touched by her last statement. He had no idea she loved that blue flowered dress so much. "I still think you are perfect to me, extra pounds or not. But if it bothers you so much, we can surely do something about it."

"Like what?"

"I, for one, could hide your cakes somewhere and give you one or two a day."

The blond woman laughs out loud, apparently not caring about who is watching her, and he cannot help but grinning at her. Good. Brienne's contagious laughter is a thing of beauty.

"Gods, this is so ridiculous!" she says, wiping her tears. "You just sounded like my father."

Tormund continues once she catches her breath. "We can also exercise a bit, like running, cycling, maybe have some boxing classes. Or," he then leans in slowly and whispers in her ear before pressing his lips against a particular spot behind it. "We can always engage in a more pleasurable kind of exercise."

"Tormund!" she half scolds, half moans, and hits his shoulder making her ginger boyfriend break apart from her skin. And oh, there is that adorable flustered face of her again. "Alright, alright. You win."

He retrieves the package she had left and puts it in the shopping cart. "Please, don't torture yourself over it, alright? You're beautiful, and I love you just the way you are."

"What would I ever do without you?" Brienne sighs happily before kissing him. "Thank you, Tormund. I love you too. And don't worry, I'll try my best."

"Good." And with that, Tormund pushes the supermarket cart once again. Suddenly he notices Brienne is not following him and, when he looks over his shoulder, he sees her step towards him with a second tray of lemon cakes in her hands. He wants to ask what that means, but she beats him to it, her lips forming a wicked smirk.

"Just in case I need to recover from your… pleasurable kind of exercise."