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"He's come back again."
"Has he now?"
"With another wife, no doubt." Hans had been leaning out their door-less back doorway, having watched a familiar car drive passed them and up the mountain.
"When will that man learn?" Margaery questioned as she lit her stove. "This won't end well."
"Never does," Hans agreed with a click of his tongue. "Suppose I should get going then."
"Going to warn that poor girl?"
"Try to," Hans confirmed. "Conversation will likely go the same as always. He'll pretend no to know me, she'll think I'm crazy, and she'll meet the same faith as the rest."
"But we always have to try," Margaery agreed. "I'll start the soup."
Hans nodded, grabbing his jacket from beside the fireplace. Wasn't a winter jacket, made for a chill spring or autumn probably. But he never really got that cold. They didn't have a back door, after all. It was good enough.
"You know darling," Margaery said as she set up her large cooking pot. An old, well loved pot. They often joked it was older than the both of them, which could have very well been true. "I'm afraid I've been thinking."
"A dangerous pastime," Hans teased.
"I know. But I've been thinking about that man recently," she continued. "And if we should be doing any more."
"Not much more we can do," Hans insisted. "Without overstepping our roles here."
"Yes, yes. Still such a shame, all those poor women who thought they were in love."
"Maybe The Children will get him this time."
"We could only hope."
The both chuckled, Hans walked over to his wife as she perched up on her stool.
"Be safe," she insisted. "The blizzard will come soon."
"I will," he promised with a kiss on the cheek. "I always am."
"Oh there is serval times I can recall you weren't," Margaery teased. "A certain avalanche that almost broke our home comes to mind, you fool."
"Ah, but I'm your fool!" He reminded her with a smile. "I've always been yours."
Margaery smiled, turning to give him a proper kiss on the lips.
"Maybe one day we'll be able to retire from our first retirement."
"That's the dream," Hans remarked. "Where would go next?"
"I do miss the small town life," she noted. "But I've come to love the privacy of a secluded cabin home."
"I'll be happy with either, my dear."
"We could find a balance I'm sure."
"Sounds lovely."
"A nice dream," Margaery remarked. "But we still have our role to play here."
"That we do," Hans agreed. "That we do. And I better go do it."