[Jon sighs and plants his elbow on the table and his chin on that hand, watching the two dorks go to town on their pizza. Even Mormont's old bird is being fairly reasonable off in the corner. He missed.... bro-time, while he's been busy with trying to organize and prepare Cothromach's guard.]

Can you get that thing through the mirrors with you? And it seems to me you might rouse suspicion if you go gallivanting through the larder with a carpet piled high with food.