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[ Standing alone in the throne room. ]

As can be expected? That doesn't sound to good.

Meaning that I'm doing quite well. I apologize. I'm enjoying King's Landing so far.

Ah, much better. It'd be unfortunate for you to not find yourself at home here.

I'm preferring it more and more to Winterfell with each passing day.

More then your father's home? Impressive. I'm happy to see that you've taken to King's Landing so well.

It's cold there, even in Summer, and it's so much more lively here. I don't see how anyone could prefer the North. [She'll miss it. Eventually.]

I believe your father prefers the North. Is it no the Stark's words Winter is Coming?

They are. I've been told I'm much like my mother, however, and she's from the South, as I'm sure you know.

[ His eyes narrow just slightly but he quickly schools his face back to friendly. ] I have noticed you are much more like your mother.

I have her Tully coloring, I've been told.

You do. [ He smiles down at her, remembering her mother at her age. ]

[She looks up at him innocently.]</small. Something the matter, Lord Baelish?

...No. [ He takes a moment to remember that she is not her mother. ] Remembering.

I understand. [The act of remembering, rather, not the thing with her mother. Understandably, she's more in the dark about that.]

Yes. [ He fits himself with a smile. ] I won't bore you anymore with this then.

Oh, you're not boring me.

[ Smiles kindly to her. ] Your sure?

Quite, if anything I expected to be bothering you.

It was only musing you walked in on. Nothing important.

So I see.