Darcy had theoretically stopped by the office to find out who the new teachers were. But then something had happened to her list, and anyway, she had recognized one name on it and this would probably be easier.
She knocked on the door frame. "Professor Lannister? Can I bother you?"
"I'm fairly certain you can," Tyrion said, as he sourly closed the window on his computer. ("No suitable matches," pah.) "Come in, Darcy. What did you want to bother me about?"
"I'm on the school paper and interviewing new teachers. Have you ever been interviewed for our school newspaper?" Darcy asked as she came inside. "Did you know we had a newspaper?"
Darcy flopped into the offered chair and shrugged. "It covers less gossip and what happened and more random things like ... Who's from where and horoscopes and what people who are the paper are thinking. So uh, can I interview you?"
"Ah, the small questions," Tyrion said, and leaned back in his chair.
"My family's from a city called Lannisport, in the seven kingdoms," he explained. "Don't worry, no one at this school except the Targaryen girl has heard of my world. I've been asking my father for permission to travel for better than a decade, and he's been forbidding it. For some reason, the maester who knew about Fandom was able to convince him this was a good place for me to use my talents, so off I went."
Darcy scribbled as fast as she could. "Right, so totally not from around here. So what's your world like? Is it very different from here? And how are you adjusting and stuff? Wait, how long have you been at Fandom?" Darcy felt like he may have answered some of this on class, but she hadn't exactly been taking notes.
"My world ... well, the continent is ruled as a whole by a king, and there are seven kingdoms under him governed by lords. We have much less technology and very different customs than you do here. At home thirteen or fourteen is considered adult enough to marry. Oh, and the seasons -- ours last far longer, sometimes years. I still don't know what this world is on about with winter every year."
He considered if he should add more, decided that was as far as Darcy could be expected to get before her arm fell off. "I've been here since September, and I think I'm adjusting as well as anyone could."
"I should have brought my laptop." Darcy muttered as she scribbled. "Oh, laptop!. You said less technology but like, you use computers now? And uh, wow, seasons that last years? How does that work?" Darcy prossed everything else. "Does that mean you're married? What other culture differences?" She forced herself to shut up for a minute and let Tyrrion talk.
"I was married, not anymore," Tyrion said briefly, not wanting the story to be in the newspaper. "And of course I use computers. I read constantly at home. This is the same thing but it's every library I could want in front of me. I made my teaching partner explain it my first week."
He shrugged. "I don't know how the seasons work. Isn't it enough that they do?"
Darcy grinned at the computer bit. "I think you might be in the minority who actually use computers for that." She skimmed her notes for other topics. "Um...Let's see. What did you teach last semester? And uh...how would you compare your political system and climate to ours?" Darcy figured she couldn't be the only one I retested in getting people elected.
"I suppose like England, if the king rules the land there," Tyrion said doubtfully. "It's normally hereditary but there was a war 15 years ago and the king was deposed."
He held up a hand. "I could explain more, but it's not for the paper. There's a sensitivity I don't want to step on."
Peace with Daenerys was hard-won enough without her taking offense at his explanation of Robert's Rebellion.
"As for tactics ... it's something I think about a lot. I'm a dwarf, I'm annoying, and I like staying alive. Those things make a sounds tsrategic approach to life compelling."
She knocked on the door frame. "Professor Lannister? Can I bother you?"
That's always a good start.
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"My family's from a city called Lannisport, in the seven kingdoms," he explained. "Don't worry, no one at this school except the Targaryen girl has heard of my world. I've been asking my father for permission to travel for better than a decade, and he's been forbidding it. For some reason, the maester who knew about Fandom was able to convince him this was a good place for me to use my talents, so off I went."
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"My world ... well, the continent is ruled as a whole by a king, and there are seven kingdoms under him governed by lords. We have much less technology and very different customs than you do here. At home thirteen or fourteen is considered adult enough to marry. Oh, and the seasons -- ours last far longer, sometimes years. I still don't know what this world is on about with winter every year."
He considered if he should add more, decided that was as far as Darcy could be expected to get before her arm fell off. "I've been here since September, and I think I'm adjusting as well as anyone could."
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He shrugged. "I don't know how the seasons work. Isn't it enough that they do?"
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He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "We have a king."
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He held up a hand. "I could explain more, but it's not for the paper. There's a sensitivity I don't want to step on."
Peace with Daenerys was hard-won enough without her taking offense at his explanation of Robert's Rebellion.
"As for tactics ... it's something I think about a lot. I'm a dwarf, I'm annoying, and I like staying alive. Those things make a sounds tsrategic approach to life compelling."
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