[Women in this world wear breeches, if they wish it. It’s a little strange to him, but he approves. Why shouldn’t they? Anything that might befall a man might befall a woman.]

The colors of your house.

[He looks more like a man of the Night’s Watch today than anyone with any allegiance to House Stark. Clothing here isn’t cheap, but it is probably cheaper than anything he’s ever worn at home, and possible to find secondhand, though locating a few shops had taken him a while.]

So we have one that is only a little like summerwine, and another that is only a little like a Dornish red.

[He is apologetic about this. But which does she want?]