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[tallasaking]

[Tyrion has looked better, truth be told. His mis-matched eyes were distant, sad, and a little red-rimmed. Winn's bottle of wine was open at his elbow, half empty, but it appeared that he had slowed down his consumption from the last time people saw him endulge.

Voice quiet, but steady, he spoke directly into the camera.]

For those who have, or have not been paying attention ... Daenyrs Stormborn Targaryan has gone home. Drogon, I believe, has gone with her.

[With that, he clicks off the feed. Fzzzzzt. Silence.]

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[tallasaking]

[Tyrion chuckles into his cup.]

Which I am sure you shine with the scarves of all the women who have tossed them at you as you sang them charming poetry outside their balconies, no less.

[wolfuncaged]

Oh yes. Plenty of them. A couple from some very poetry-keen men, too.

[Because even in his shitty jokes, he's inclusive! ]

[tallasaking]

See, and that is the mark of someone truly glorious. When you get the poetry keen men. I've only got the one so ...

[An elegant shrug.] Clearly I am less charming.

[wolfuncaged]

Perhaps with more practise, you will become better at it?

[tallasaking]

Clearly I going to have to practice. [Tyrion mused, before he batted his eyelashes at Fenris.

Because one good sarcastic turn deserves mock-flirtation.]

[wolfuncaged]

[The elf gives a soft snort of laughter at that.]

I'm afraid you will have to join the queue on that one.

[tallasaking]

Is it a long queue? Will I have to grab one of those little paper tickets?

[Tyrion stated, his smile quirking up at the corners.]

[wolfuncaged]

It's longer than I would have expected, honestly. The little paper tickets may be something I shall have to invest in.

[tallasaking]

You know ... I could make you a machine for that. Pops out little paper stubs. Line up here, to flirt with the great Fenris.

[He gestured broadly, his voice deepening with appropriate dramatic flair.]

[wolfuncaged]

[That gets a proper laugh out of him. ]

That is the height of generosity, Tyrion. I'd very much appreciate that hard work.

[tallasaking]

I am a generous soul, Fenris.

[He nodded his head slowly, and solemnly.]

[wolfuncaged]

I have noticed. Perhaps that should be celebrated more.

[tallasaking]

I would not mind having a party dedicated just for that. [He tipped a bottle up in a mock-serious straight face.]

[wolfuncaged]

I shall bear that in mind, when we next have the chances for a celebration.

[tallasaking]

I certainly hope that I will get a particularly good one.

[wolfuncaged]

I am sure you will, my friend.

[tallasaking]

Well thank you ever so much, friend.

[wolfuncaged]

You are most welcome, Tyrion.