[ 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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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. ]