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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. ’

‘ i don’t want to know, ’  they stress, placing a heaping plate of their signature kraft mac and cheese in front of her. arya will always be their baby whether she likes it or not, so her talking about murder and the details of her work with the stark family makes them feel like a scandalized 50s housewife. if only they had a pearl necklace to clutch at.  ‘ when i said tell me about your day i thought you’d say something normal like i woke up at 3pm and walked nymeria. ’

she almost breaks into laughter but settles on chuckling as she pours arya a cup of tea. the young woman could always be kept around for a good story, the woes of being young in this day and age without much of a care in the world. arya was charming in the way olenna found amusing, sitting back and lacing her fingers together over her stomach, still smiling.  ‘ i’m surprised you reached his face. i would have thought you’d aim for something lower. ’

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.