every other week, my mom would make a giant pot of vegetable soup. she'd pack half of it in a tupperware and take it to her best friend's house. they both had three kids whose ages aligned. they'd lock us out of the house and go through each room, finding every piece of dirty laundry and then spend the afternoon keeping the washer and dryer running, folding and putting away each load while gossiping.

actually the years of 239 - 246 AC immediately following lyonel's rebellion would be deeply unserious. we have duncan the small joining the class struggle on the side of the struggle and blowing up his whole life + the stability of the realm + his namesake's thirty year situationship for a whimsigoth baddie. honestly this is perfectly understandable and he's goated for that despite failing to anticipate the nuclear political blowback that a girldad is capable of when there's an added nominitive-deterministic-psychosexual element at play. and egg's like fuuuuuuuuck okay i married for love and dabbled in being poor as hell so i guess i have to be cool about this. surely this won't happen three more times and deeply fracture the relationship between the ruling family and the many great houses of the realm. and then his three next children are siblingfucker 1. siblingfucker 2. and knight4knight gay.* and rhaelle and lyonel have to sit in storm's end together looking at each other like :I.

In time travel movies, when the time traveler asks 'What year is this?!?' they're always treated like they're being weird for asking.

That is a great point. Especially if you time travel to a period of Big Historical Events, when everybody's looking a little wild about the eyes.

In the same vein:

As a Greek, in response to the current controversy about Matt Damon being cast as Odysseus, I'd just like to share that one of the moments that changed my brain chemistry as a kid was reading a novelized version of the Odyssey and coming across the following description of Odysseus when Circe sees him for the first time and thinks he's hot: "his hair curled like a clematis and his eyes were very brown".

Is this the face of a man who would put his own infant in front of a plow to avoid going to war?

The last thing Penelope's suitors ever see: