"Hm, perhaps I mean both. Though, truly, I might find myself in need of sawing a tree and then your multi-tool would be much needed. I suspect there's one tree you want to saw down."

Sansa grins at him. It's strange to have a conversation while he's still inside her but it isn't unpleasant, either, so she's in no mind to move away from him. If he wants to move, he can do so whenever he wants.

"Are you going to slip those apples into my tea next time we meet or am I going to get the chance to enjoy you without them?"