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Some things just keep coming back.

I should be so lucky.

Don't you remember? I always regenerate when I'm away from you, lover.

Some things are marginally better than people.

Where did you disappear to? There was a funeral and everything. I even sent a wreath.

Careful or you'll jinx yourself.

He's not here.

Why come back at all? By that logic, if you stay away, you might even live to see 50.

You didn't strike me as the superstitious sort.

Who?

That is quite all right. I'd rather not be on your mind at all.

Mighty Lord Robert. He's moved out to live with his flavour of the month.

There are many things on my mind. I mean no ill will.

I see. [...] I could talk some sense into him.

Please, don't put yourself out on my account.

Was there something I can do for you? Surely this isn't purely a social visit?

I wouldn't be. He's an idiot.

I wanted to speak with him about his event next month, but I suppose you're the one doing most of the planning.

You came to speak to my husband about the fund raiser?

Incidentally I spoke to your wife about it just the other day. I assume you won't mind volunteering for the good cause?

Yes. And [...] some other loose ends.

I will be where Cat says I will be. That wouldn't be a problem, would it?

Loose sounds about right.

Why, Ned, I believe that since your wife has no problem with that, it won't be a problem at all. You'll fetch a handsome sum at the auction, I'm sure.

You're sick of me apologising on his behalf, so I'll spare you the misery.

Will you be volunteering?

Me? No, not after last year's near-life-experience with that crazy man. It's Jaime's turn this year. If one of your boys is available, we'd be happy to have them.

Oh yes, I heard. That really should not have happened. I thought he was traipsing around the world?

I can't keep track of them anymore, but I'll let you know.

He takes his networking very seriously but London is still home to all of us.

Oh? I thought they were travelling with you.

~~Networking. Is that what we're calling it?~~ Many a good and bad thing has been said about your brother, but he always finds his way back to family.

They were, up until last week. I wasn't going to bring them to Mosul. In any case I'm sure I can talk at least one of them into it.

He's not as bad as people like to make him out to be.

I look forward to adding another Stark to the list.

Neither is Bobby. But here we are, defending the men in our lives.

He's my brother, of course I'll defend him. As for my husband, well, we can't all be as lucky as your Catelyn.

I think I was the lucky one there.

Do you regret it? Marrying him, I mean.

No. I wouldn't have my darling children without him. So there is that.

I do regret being in love when I married him. I'd change that if I could.

He was in love when he married you.

Yes, he was but not with me. Don't deny it. Everybody knew how infatuated he was with your sister. I should have known better but he can be so damned charming and convincing.

Well you're still alive, and she is not. [...] He wouldn't have married you if he didn't want to.

You're sweet. Perhaps I should bid on you at the gala.

I'd make for boring company. [She'd probably eat him alive.]

'Boring company' won't do. We can't introduce you in that manner. Let's think of something more flattering, shall we?

How would you like 'insightful' and 'fantastic listener'?

Well I'd hate to disappoint, but. I would leave the introductions in your capable hands.

Too kind, Ned, too kind. I'll make sure it's run by you and your wife first.

And leave everything in your greedy little claws? I think not.

Everything isn't much these days. You're running the business into the ground in case you hadn't noticed, lover.