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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 20:57:48 GMT -5
A special dining room that Lord Garnet uses for intimate meals with his family.
Lord Garnet and Ser Derek Flowers are eating a meal when Islovelle joins them.
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Post by Princess Carmesí Martell on Aug 15, 2012 21:06:58 GMT -5
"I hope I am not tardy," Isolvelle murmured as a frown creased her brow, seeing both of the men already seated, and taking her seat at the well-laden table.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 21:13:00 GMT -5
The both rose as she entered.
Garnet said, "Greetings my love." They waited for her to sit, and then sat as well. Garnet looked at his wife, and asked, "I hope you are making yourself at home." He said, "Would you like some of the pork?"
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Post by Princess Carmesí Martell on Aug 15, 2012 21:16:36 GMT -5
"It is a lovely place you have, my Lord, and I feel very welcomed here," she answered with a sincere smile, even if it was a little meek. "If you recommend it, I'll try a bit," she said, and asked "How long will you stay on this visit, Lord Hightower?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 21:22:00 GMT -5
Garnet cut her a piece of the pork and placed it on her plate, "Through the festival. Maybe a little longer. There are a lot of Weddings to arrange." He smiled at her, "Wine or water?"
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Post by Princess Carmesí Martell on Aug 15, 2012 21:26:27 GMT -5
"Is it Dornish red?" she inquired hopefully lifting an acrobatic eyebrow.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 21:30:30 GMT -5
Garnet held up a red, "I had them stock the cellars with Dornish Red. I knew it was your favorite." He smiled, and poured her a glass of wine.
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Post by Princess Carmesí Martell on Aug 15, 2012 21:34:29 GMT -5
"Thank you," she said earnestly, "That was very thoughtful, though I've noticed my preference is in the minority."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 21:36:43 GMT -5
"The Redwynes have been so close that most of my household was raised on that vintage." Garnet replied, "How are you and the kids getting along?"
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Post by Princess Carmesí Martell on Aug 15, 2012 21:45:16 GMT -5
"Well, I think," she answered slowly, thinking of the interactions she'd had with the fosters, "They've treated me very well," and considering a green bean very carefully, she skewered it neatly with her knife and held it to eye-level before she ate it in a single bite.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 21:48:27 GMT -5
Derek smiled at her, and then turned his gaze to his own food.
Garnet said, "Is there something wrong with your beans?"
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Post by Princess Carmesí Martell on Aug 15, 2012 21:52:29 GMT -5
Her left eyebrow shot skyward, "Of course not, my lord, or I wouldn't eat them," she answered bewildered. "Is there something wrong with yours?" she asked, concerned.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 21:55:27 GMT -5
Garnet looked his and said, "No... they are quite tasty." He frowned down at his plate quietly.
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Post by Princess Carmesí Martell on Aug 15, 2012 21:57:31 GMT -5
Isolvelle considered the crestfallen Hightower, her eyes filling with panic before she shot a look at Ser Flowers, "Did I say something?" she mouthed across the table at him as Lord Hightower's gaze was averted.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 21:59:35 GMT -5
Ser Derek looked at her, and shook his head. "Have you been to the Beacon yet Isolvelle?" He said into the silence.
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