"Um."

Articulate and decisive, the Jarl. Always reliable. "Is that enough notice for the kitchen?"

It's probably a stupid question, but some part of her can only imagine Krogstad's face if she told him of the work of several days needing to be done in one. He'd smile, and he'd somehow make it happen, but he might give himself and several other members of the household staff heart attacks in the process.

And blinks, trying to get her head around all of this. Suddenly it feels like... a lot, and she feels very much like she wishes her father was here to council her on it. He had been so well respected, had worked so hard because his line was so new to holding the seat of Talonhold, and she wonders if she can do nearly so well. If she is going to be able to make it so good and safe a home for her wife and her child as he did for his.

"Ale," she agrees, a little thrown, "and— cider, perhaps. Candied fruit for the children."