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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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[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?]