".... I mean, I don't think she knows precisely how much we are," she coughs and smiles but carefully skips over his turn of phrasing, "but essentially, yes. She's supportive!"

"I thought the whole keep would know by now," he says, inanely. "Um. Good. I think."

“Yes. I think some of it’s a bit living vicariously through other people,” she agrees, just as inanely.

"...I do enjoy baths. Um. Shared ones, that is. With someone else." He's not drunk enough that he's forgotten to lower his voice before implying he's ever done something like this before. "It feels... different."

Her smile says in no uncertain terms that she will absolutely want him to show her the appeal of the whole affair, but her words are a playful: “Well, all right, I suppose it’s only responsible to make sure my inebriated husband doesn’t drown in such an impractically large tub.”

He makes a mock affronted face. "If I can put the Greatjon on his ass I can take a bath, thank you very much, milady!"

"Of course, darling, but why take that risk? I want you to be safe!"

"I suppose this is your right and duty as my wife," he agrees.

"Exactly! And of course we're faced with water, so, you know." She leans in. "Tully jurisdiction, really."

He cracks up.

His wife beams, then leans over and kisses him.

"Now please drink more water to combat your future hangover," she says, brightly but relentlessly.

"Yes, milady," he says, sighing fondly.

Time passes in this vein until, eventually, the damnably gigantic bathtub is filled. Estrith has the smuggest smile on her face as her lady thanks her (and poor beleagured Corren) for all of the trouble.

Ana rolls her eyes fondly, dismisses the servants from their more-complicated-than-it-needed-to-be duties, and then she can see about getting her husband into his (their??) bath. He doesn't really need the help, but there's no reason not to. And, of course, several reasons to assist in getting him out of his clothes.

And Alis is the kind who gets horny when drunk (not that he has been not horny, exactly, but still), so he is most certainly making sure Ana is also out of her clothes and in the bath so that he can do something about that. His stamina isn't as good as it's been, given how actually exhausted he is especially after the spar earlier, but he is still a Stark.

Suffice to say, they have a lovely and fabulously decadent time in the process of getting clean, and no one drowns in the bathtub.

Alis has no meetings in the early morning, so he allows himself to sleep in. He's almost getting to the point where he's fully rested when he wakes, which is good because he knows once their campaign is back afoot proper rest will be much harder to come by.

Anavett wakes before her husband, indulges in petting him, and considers what she's going to do with her day.

Well, emotionally manipulate her father into sending assistance north, that's the major thing. What was it she'd thought of, dangle the chance of reconciliation with his favorite daughter in front of his nose if he'd just do the thing she wanted? That still sounds like it's both actionable and like it'd result in people flourishing, or at the very least, suffering slightly less. It will leave the Riverlands a bit more vulnerable, and less well supplied to handle war related fallout, and is in essence asking her damnable father to do that one thing he hates so much: trust other people, but. People that are suffering will be helped. Also her own power base would be better solidified, which is really rather important when one is going to essentially take over a place she's never actually been to personally, but while that's tactically important in the long term it's not the most important thing.

So, how best to achieve this end...

"Do you think Zakary Baratheon has time for tea and some light scheming with me?" she wonders from beside him, hands busy with embroidery, when her husband wakes. Today, breakfast is already available and slightly nibbled upon; servants have been and departed unobtrusively enough to not disturb his slumber.

He blinks at her a few times, allowing himself to be bleary this time, allowing himself to be slow, which is another luxury he won't have when he's at war. "...scheming?" he finally asks, deciding he does not need to try to figure it out.

"Nothing dangerous or anything, I'd just like to convince my father to send non-martial aid north to - I'm sorry, dear, I should slow down, good morning, hope you slept well, I want to help our people after the false spring and think my father can be talked into it. And I also think Zakary could help, if he's not, you know. Busy with war things."

He blinks slowly a few more times and, once again, luxuriates in thinking slowly. "I think," he says, after a little bit, "he would find this very appealing and entertaining and a good way to make closer acquaintance with milady."

"Oh! Excellent, then with your permission I can invite him to tea. With a side of scheming. Do you want to be present at said tea and scheming party or no?"

Alis spends a moment thinking about spending time with Ana and Zak and—blushes. And blushes more, and covers his face with both hands.

"...... Is that a no?" she says, blinking with surprise, because turning red and hiding behind his hands is not a reaction she was expecting him to have. "What's wrong, darling?"

"Zakary," he says, enunciating every syllable slowly and clearly, "is a horrible, terrible man, and deserves no good things in his life." But the only way he'll ever be able to not be assailed by the thoughts that immediately come to his mind whenever he thinks of both of his lovers in a single place will be by displacing them with good, innocent memories of them interacting in real life in perfectly innocuous ways that have nothing to do with all the things Zakary talked about last time they spent alone time together. He does not lower his hands to say, "Yes, I want to be present."

"All right," says a very confused and somewhat concerned wife. Is he worried that his lover is going to seduce her? "... I'm not going to do anything that would ever put even the appearance of the legitimacy of our children in doubt, let alone the actual state of, if you're worried about... something happening?"