none so deaf as those that will not hear

[halfman]

Make no mistake, I am deeply touched to see that your feelings have not waned since last we spoke, but my goodwoman, it has been four years since then. You cannot possibly expect me to believe you have had time enough to review when you only began brushing off the dust yesterday.

I know, I know—I am in no position to point fingers, but I would nevertheless encourage you to exercise some self-control.

Besides...

[Tyrion, no.]

...some of life's most thrilling adventures are discovered in pleasures one has taken slow.

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[halfdressed]

The lady ought to listen to you, babe. Or throw enough wine her way that she doesn't care!

[halfman]

What, and let perfectly fine drink go to waste? I should think not! Better that it go to a woman who can stomach it.

[halfdressed]

I volunteer as Tribute, as the kids say! Stomach like a minotaur, mmhm.

[halfman]

A minotaur! Why, that sounds positively...

[Tyrion looks Aphrodite over and, with a shake of his head to dismiss any dubious thoughts, grins impishly to himself.]

...well, I suppose it sounds built to last, and I shan't complain about that.

A toast, then! To stalwart stomachs and outstanding company.

[halfdressed]

[ With a snap of her fingers and a flash of pink light, they both get brimming goblets of wine for that toast. Very likely from Athena's store because screwww herrr.

Necking it, because #wine ]

What about outstanding stomachs and stalwart company? 'Cause if we're gonna be drinking, hon, I need to know you're on-board for the long haul. I'm talking, like, barrels.

[halfman]

Oh, I like you.

[And her little tricks, too. But what's not to love about a scantily clad woman who can summon wine from out of thin air?

Bottoms up!]

Of course, I wouldn't let my stature fool you, my dear. I can hold my own and then some. And then more, if there's any left.

[valyriandragon]

Four years? Why so long? Did you keep quiet the entire time, Tyrion?

[halfman]

No, Your Grace, but my lady hears what she wants to hear and not a trifle more.

[valyriandragon]

An affliction that has consumed many a Mun, I fear. Shall we call it willful deafness?

[halfman]

That would be an incredibly apt name, to be sure.

[valyriandragon]

They will never be lonely, at least.

Are you well, Lord Tyrion?

[halfman]

Never lonely, and often irate. What fun! I can't imagine what keeps them coming back.

[Except he can. Oh, he can. Muns are a gluttonous breed with quite the thirst. Why, they're as insatiable as Tyrion when it comes to wine! And women. And a good plot to grease the gears of his mind.

Speaking of...]

In any case, Your Grace, I am as well as can be expected. My lady has made progress and this delights me. But if I'm to be perfectly honest, it's also worrisome. I'm restless, I yearn for something to do, but I'm not certain I like what she has in mind.

Not that it would be the first time I was sent someplace far away, of course.

[A dry laugh.]

What about you? I should hope you're being treated kindly and with respect.

[stonebird]

(All things considered, Tyrion is her favorite husband. She likes to see that his fire has not dimmed.)

Self-control? Are you the right one to give such a speech?

[halfman]

You wound me, Sansa.

Though I cannot deny that your words ring of a certain truth.

[stonebird]

The truth is painful.

(Oh she knows that lesson too well.)

Though I only ever saw you overindulge in your drink. You have a steady head in other matters.

[halfman]

Yes, the truth is painful, much like sobriety.

But as you can see, I am the model of abstinence at the moment. Disappointingly so.

[stonebird]

Your future would thank you for your current sobriety.

I like who you are without a drink.

[halfman]

A man only drinks for two reasons, Sansa: to drown his sorrows or to celebrate the sorrows of others.

I never did acquire a taste for celebrating misery.

[skjalf]

Someone somewhere apparently thought absence makes the heart grow fonder. I'm still not sure if I can buy it.

( When you're basically Princess Aurora for 99 of ever 100 years, one can afford to be a little biased. )

What do you think?

[halfman]

What do I think of that old proverb? Not very much, I'm afraid. In my experience, the only thing absence means for anyone is missed opportunity.

[skjalf]

Exactly as it has in mine. Is that wine just for you, or is there enough to share?

[halfman]

There's plenty to go around, my lady.

I've always found wine to be most enjoyable in the company of others.