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‘ thank you ? ’  jon isn’t ... entirely sure how to take that. they had always felt as tired as someone who had seen a lot of time pass, but knew they were still naive of the realities of the world. they did like bocce ball though. jon hands mace a standard cup of coffee.  ‘ it’s not any good, ’  they warn,  ‘ but i did take it from our lounge instead so at least it’s not from the cafeteria. ’

she sends a look over at her son. as well meaning as he tried to be sometimes it wasn’t up to her standard. olenna furrows her brow and waited for an explanation or at the very least an excuse.  ‘ how many times have i told you to think carefully before you speak ? ’  she scolds. it seems no matter how old mace is, olenna would continue to lecture him about the smallest of things as if he was still the small boy bumbling around her home.