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Since absolutely never. No offence. Why...?

Robb. He's courting (???) Lucrezia Borgia. Pope's daughter. Whatever super Catholic.

He might have asked me how someone proposes to a Catholic girl? Like I've frequently done this.

Or have a sister. I— you should have seen my face. Actually wait no, where are you? I could reenact it.

I think you did once, actually. Long time ago, I'm fuzzy on the details but I don't remember it going down well (which, at this point, I'm naturally quite grateful for).

Oxygen Garden. Thought I could do with stretching my legs a bit. How about you? Workshop?

Was it that one fuzzy time when I was in Rome because there was something about an expansion in Europe that was being contemplated? I had to go on a plane with a broken something? Faint memories. Maybe. I think she reminded me of you, actually. (If you weren't, I think Lord Robb would cry suddenly and have no idea why.)

You know me too well. You wanna come to me or other way around?

Something like that. I think it's best that we keep these memories as faint as possible (no tears for Lord Robb tonight - or ever, in this respect - but I'm pretty sure he'd figure it out soon enough).

I'll come to you. I like spending time there, it feels just a little bit like home.

Really? You sure you don't want to go down memory lane tonight? (You'd think so, but I'm honestly thinking he won't just because of those weird ideas he has.)

Let the record show I am, with that comment, the least sentimental person in this relationship. And I have the most sentimental girlfriend a guy could ask for. Think I lucked out. Something like that.

Be careful. I'll see you in a bit. Don't judge if there's a sandwich in here.

I prefer present day lane, even when it's on a spaceship, so that I can enjoy the fact that you're with me and not some random Catholic girl from Italy, thank you very much (poor guy; I'm always kind of torn between being endeared and exasperated with his investment in these things).

Your sentimental girlfriend doesn't buy it. There's sentimentality down there, buried somewhere inside you, whether you like it or not. Though I agree that you lucked out, of course.

I'll only judge if the sandwich is in a horrible state of decay, in which case please get rid of it.

Next time I end up making you mad, I'm reminding that you said that (both is good, at least he doesn't go but you should marry the Lady Potts and carry on the family name. Marrying you, not an entirely horrifying concept, the other part yeah.)

Buried so deep it never comes out. Ever. Bruce and you not included. Because you two are you two.

It's actually fresh. I AM APPALLED YOU THINK I HAVE A ROTTING SANDWICH IN HERE.

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