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[The scene is set, as it is usually set, in Tyrion's engineering laboratory aboard the SS First Breath. There are his weapons, some complete, some in stages of being put together. There are his terrariums, that are going strong with their varying greenery. Some are vegetables, others are flowers, some are just odd looking alien plants that Tyrion wanted to see if he could grow.

What Tyrion appears to be working on now, is a Very Fancy Looking Airmask. He is screwing a stronger air-filter into place, as he speaks to the camera.]

I do not suppose ... I could interest some people ... into coming down below with me? I can promise you better equipment than what they are offering, and for much less the going price.

[Mis-match eyes lift up, and he smirks.]

Let's just say I'm interested to know what makes this fog so very special.

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Lannisters aren't raised in a castle full of lions? I am dismayed, lord husband, to only discover this just now. I shall have to meet a lion some other way.

( It's teasing, of course, and Sansa grins at him. )

Besides, you could be friends with Lady if you wanted. Then you could have a pet direwolf.

Alas, no. I heard tale of my grandfather keeping some in the basement, but they were long gone by the time I grew up.

[He laughed heartily.]

Do you think the Lady would take such a short little squire for her very own? For treats and play?

( Sansa laughs a little harder, cheeks turning red as she does. She tries to imagine Tyrion and Lady walking about and she imagines that Lady would try to herd him and mother him the way she does with Sansa herself. It's an amusing image. )

I think she might, as long as you gave her plenty of pets in return. She rather likes those. I don't blame her - if I could convince someone to pet my hair for long stretches of time I would do most anything in return.

[He grins at her, before both of his eyebrows raise up. Well well, that was a sly little hit upon him with her feminine wiles. He cleared his throat, and put his tone as innocent as possible.]

Gracious me, that sounds like you could use someone who would not at all mind brushing your hair to spun copper ... have I ever mentioned how handy I am with a hairbrush?

( Sansa colors and tucks a lock of her hair behind one ear. She actually would like to have her hair brushed and it's something that she feels like could be a stepping stone to other things between husband and wife. )

I wasn't aware of your prowess with a brush. I fear that I have short-changed myself in not asking before.

[Oh, look at that, she colored very nicely there.]

I feel that you must have, but I would be happy to get you even in your ledgers once more.

( Sansa looks to the helmet he's working on and while her voice is calm enough, her heart is beating rapidly and her skin is still colored brightly. )

Perhaps when you aren't quite so busy. I seem to have not brought a brush, either, so I suppose it will have to wait until I have better timing and preparation.

[Tyrion smiles a bit more warmly, before he tips his chin up.]

I am a great believer in being prepared. Timing is something I ... really have to work on, honestly.

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