Even so, you didn't need more fear. You didn't need -- I disturbed your peace, in both cases.
[ Arya shakes her head. He has to be lying. There's no other logical explanation. But she's played the lying game, even while blind, and the truth is written plainly on Cullen's face.
[ Arya nods quickly, not trusting herself to follow Cullen if she thinks about it too much. She follows him wordlessly, but she does manage to smile at Pup a little, and give him another scratch behind the ears.
Cullen offers her bread, like in the dream, and even Arya has to smile a little. ]
[ he leads her to the kitchen, grabs a plate, and then moves on out into the living room. pup follows at their heels and, once cullen sits on the couch, starts trying to sniff at the plate of shortbread cookies. ]
No, these aren't for you. They're for Arya.
[ as if to prove his point, he hands the plate over to her. ]
Take as many as you like. [ within reason. please don't stuff yourself on cookies. ]
[ There's no need to worry about Arya stuffing herself -- she hasn't been able to do that since Harrenhal. Arya takes a cookie and nibbles on it. She smiles, just a little. ]
They're better, when they're real.
[ She takes pity on the poor pup, though. He should be allowed to try some. ]
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[ Arya shakes her head. He has to be lying. There's no other logical explanation. But she's played the lying game, even while blind, and the truth is written plainly on Cullen's face.
It's all so confusing. She swallows. ]
Thank you.
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[ but enough of this.
he rises and steps back, leaving space for arya to follow him into the house. ]
Why don't you come in? We've some shortbread, and I think Pup would like if it someone pet him.
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[ Arya nods quickly, not trusting herself to follow Cullen if she thinks about it too much. She follows him wordlessly, but she does manage to smile at Pup a little, and give him another scratch behind the ears.
Cullen offers her bread, like in the dream, and even Arya has to smile a little. ]
I'm a good petter.
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No, these aren't for you. They're for Arya.
[ as if to prove his point, he hands the plate over to her. ]
Take as many as you like. [ within reason. please don't stuff yourself on cookies. ]
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They're better, when they're real.
[ She takes pity on the poor pup, though. He should be allowed to try some. ]
May I feed one to your dog?
[ See, she's asking politely. ]
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Oh, alright. I suppose it's only fair.
[ pup is the most spoiled war hound in any world, good lord. ]