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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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[winn]

[ he tries to shrug them off but tyrion has an edge about him that knocks winn off balance. he never knows exactly what to take seriously. and the fact that he was(?) interested in kitty, well, it makes them feel a little likelier, you know? ]

Good thinking - [ finger snap and finger point at tyrion ] I'll call room service before we're too drunk to remember the number, any particular requests?

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[passingthrough]

[She notices the flinch even with the smile chaser. The three of them together has such a weird chemistry, she's not entirely sure what to do with herself. Though she sits up on the bed instead of staying flopped. She's also going to be avoiding the alcohol. Maybe they won't notice she isn't drinking and maybe things will smooth out with the activity.

She's better at hugging and talking through a thing than providing distractions. Or maybe this just isn't her kind of distraction? When she's avoiding feeling something she throws herself into work or training—completely exhausts herself. The only time she went with copious amounts of alcohol to deal was when she found out Piotr had killed her. But this isn't about how she deals. It's about what Tyrion needs and she's still feeling that out while trying not to leave Winn in a weird place because she wants him to trust her with his heart too.]

Space nachos. [Safe contribution?]

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[Tyrion has climbed up on one of the sofas, his backpack of wine next to him. He is about to take another swig, before he frowns faintly at Kitty. His mismatched eyes narrowing, he says one thing very suspiciously.]

... space nachos?

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[winn]

Space nachos and space fries. [ he nods and places the order, adding space popcorn and space sandwiches into the mix. it's healthy eating for them tonight! also leaving kitty to explain to tyrion because explaining food always makes him sad and homesick. ]

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[passingthrough]

Nachos are a sturdy chip made from grain covered in melted cheese and meat and veggies and sour cream. Or not. Toppings vary. Maybe no meat. [Her thinking about the way Winn stopped eating meat after Sascha's attack.] And also, I don't know what they have in space that's like that thus, "space nachos". [Why so suspicious, Tyrion?]