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Who: margaery tyrell
Broadcast: fleet wide
Action: the windrose and all around the moon
When: current

[ enter margaery tyrell of the windrose. remember? silks, beautiful curls, too generous of a cleavage for a sixteen year old? queen to be?

today, the pale pink silks are tainted, as well as the usual fair skin with a mixture of dirt, mud, leaves and at least three colors of paint. ]

I do believe I won against the locals in their odd little paint game. I find it quite brilliant if a little bit of a hazard if one is very attached to their clothes.

[ the queen to be seems much more of a brat today ]

I offer a different game of chance. some smallfolk in my realm say that one can tell someone's future and their traits according to the palm of their hands. I was told it is all false but.

[ there is a but with margaery tyrell ]

A guessing game! I shall attempt to read your palm and if three of my guesses are correct, that must be worth a prize. I shall leave it to you to choose what to give me. If I lose, I shall of course be in debt of one prize to my company.

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[ home can be a painful subject, so he decides to quit while he's ahead - which he feels he is considering that smile.

he drops his hand back on the table ]

Does that mean you forfeit?

It would seem that I am at your debt.

[ she dips her head ]

and I shall owe you one favor.

A favor from a queen - I'm gonna have to think that one through. Can I get back to you about it?

[ it seems like a good card to save. ]

You may, when it pleases you.

[ in westeroi terms it's both a foolish and dangerous thing to be, in debt of anyone but margaery is willing to put that aside.

this is, after all, not westeros ]

[ in this case it'll be harmless enough, the worst he'll do is ask her to do something for herself when she's debating not to. ]

Well, you came all this way and you're letting me keep my favor - least I can do is buy you a drink. Coffee?

[ look at that harmless face. ]

Coffee?

[ she arches an eyebrow in interest ]

is it a wine of a sort?

Uh -- no, no it's the - anti-wine, actually. It sobers you up, wakes you up. There's - no coffee in your - realm?

[ no coffee? war made it sound bad enough - but now he's convinced it's hell. ]

What about sodas - have you at least tried them here? [ they're not exactly right but he's kind of gotten used to some - ]

A sobering drink? I can think of a few people who might need it direly in my realm.

[ namely one cersei lannister. at his second question she shakes her head ]

Are they very good? I will try at least one.

Yeah, sounds like it - [ if her first thought is wine.

he's not buying her wine. ]

I'm getting you a Coke.

[ he gets up, this horrible injustice must be rectified! he comes back a couple minutes later with two glasses, and sets one in front of her and the other before himself before sitting back down. ]

Do you have bubbly drinks in your realm? [ is he about to witness a person's first foray into bubbles? that's kind of exciting. ]

[ it's the breakfast food at westeros ok. ]

bubbly?

[ she shakes her head ]

I have never quite seen anything like that in my realm, no. we have wine of every kind and mead.

-- ok that's a tragedy. Go on -- try it.

[ he looks so excited for her ]

[ another thing never to do in westeros, drink something that was given to you by a stranger. poisoning is not an uncommon way to die, after all.

but she smiles a little, picks up her glass and takes a sip.

a moment later she laughs, covers her lips with a hand. ]

it's - so odd. it tastes like nothing I am familiar with.

[ the fleet may spoil her yet.

he practically bounces in his seat. ]

Good, right?

-- Odd, for one.

[ in all honesty, it almost tastes like medicine but it does have an odd charm to it ]

I think I may need to have another glass to adjust - what is it made of?

Sunshine and happiness.

[ nodding very seriously. it's basically a hacker's fuel. maybe the reason he's not having any luck backtracking through the network is the lack of snacks. he takes a long sip of his own glass. ]

Actually it's mostly sugar, it's pretty bad for you - but in all the best ways. Refill?

[ she has to laugh a little at that ]

Happiness in a glass? I am rather certain that is oft said of wine but at the very least this is not intoxicating.

[ simply new and odd ]

yes, please. you are very kind.

Only unhappy people say that about wine.

[ he smiles as he stand up, picking up both glasses ]

Coming right up.

[ he makes another soda run, returning with full glasses a few moments later ]

There you go - just don't drink it before bed, it can keep you up if you don't build up a tolerance.

A very clever observation.

[ and again, very accurate when one thinks of cersei lannister and her drinking problem ]

I shall be certain not to. I have been drinking naught but water on the ship. Are those available in the odd cooling boxes?

[ one day she'll learn how to say 'fridge' ]

[ yes! see, he's just painfully awkward, he's also smart, he's glad he got to show some of that, too. ]

The fridge? Yeah -- at least on the Tourist, they are.

The fridge -

[ that's it. she lowers her eyes, looks at the glass held between them ]

I am glad you are too kind to think me a fool. These - concept are still very foreign, I fear.

I'd be a hypocrite if I did - bet if I landed in your world, I wouldn't get most of it, either. And I'd be a lot less cool about it. If you've got any questions - you can always call me and ask.

Well, if you shall ever arrive in Westeros, make certain to seek my aid. We will make a fine lord out of you yet.

[ mostly jesting ]

[ at first he smiles - because it's a sweet and exciting thought - and then he laughs because both of them know he's no lord material. ]

Or a half-decent jester -

[ oh, winn. if only you knew that you are better than half of the foolish lords of the realm put together ]

of course not! you mustn't say that. there is more to you than that.

[ maybe it's because he doesn't have his skills to hide behind, to keep him busy. maybe it's because -- he didn't really belong in his world and people from other dimensions just get him better maybe it's because - of that thing attached to his brain, maybe he's just different. he's not sure which is true but he's sure that something's changed because he's never really been this liked before in his life.

he's not sure how to deal with it. ]

I donno, I feel like Lord Winn of house Schott is just kind of tempting fate -

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