Kelson absolutely hated parties. He understood the reasons for them, the necessity, but he would much rather be pretty much anywhere else. When he spots Sansa ready to march into the Lawspeaker, just as he had been, he pops a couple cookies on his plate and moves over to her. It was always handy to have something to eat or drink when you needed a few moments to pause, or a distraction.

"Continue eating your pasty. We're not talking about anything else other than the food." He smiled for the benefit of anyone watching them and the woman who was about to do something unwise. "Whether or not they're telling the truth they are not about to let us go through force or negotiation. We have nothing to bargain with and no knowledge of who or what they are. They don't care, my lady." He wouldn't have, and he'd been in the exact same position as the Lawspeaker, more or less. With less time travel.

Then again, Kelson's tunic might also be slightly familiar. Gules, a lion rampant guardant or. So sorry.