"Thank you, milord." Podrick grinned at Tyrion, happy he was happy. "I will. As soon as I can talk to her." He glanced around to check if she was on today, though he was sure she was not.
"We all get houses, each to ourselves, through, as sworn sword, I moved in with Lady Sansa, to a spare room there. It seemed the right thing to do." He had no idea, really, because, well, this place was way outside his experience. "And I find I like being a tailor as much as a sword. Much fewer people trying to kill us here.' He might have said that before, but... well, it seemed it was something on his mind.
The chicken fingers came, and he grinned. "Breaded chicken, milord, with a different sauce, something like country sauces I have tasted." It was ranch, but Podrick had never asked.
Re: Tyrion Lannister | ASOIAF | Option 3
"We all get houses, each to ourselves, through, as sworn sword, I moved in with Lady Sansa, to a spare room there. It seemed the right thing to do." He had no idea, really, because, well, this place was way outside his experience. "And I find I like being a tailor as much as a sword. Much fewer people trying to kill us here.' He might have said that before, but... well, it seemed it was something on his mind.
The chicken fingers came, and he grinned. "Breaded chicken, milord, with a different sauce, something like country sauces I have tasted." It was ranch, but Podrick had never asked.