"Three older brothers?" Margaery repeats with awe as she relies on Jone's hand to make sure she doesn't accidentally end up jumping right into the brook and ruining her boots.

"Did they play fair with you? Were you able to beat them and stand on equal ground with them?" These questions are worded carefully, as Margaery doesn't like to broadcast her general lack of trust when it comes to men, but also: Jone being well over six feet makes Margaery wonder if she's being generous enough in her imagination with how tall her brothers are. Were, maybe.