MCA -4, Tuesday Night
Tyrion, it seemed, had acquired a roommate. Or at least a brother sharing his space for the first time since Tyrion was a boy, which amounted to the same thing.
It was odd: When he first came to the island, he'd thought he would never get used to living alone. Now he was so used to it that he kept forgetting Jaime was in the apartment and all but jumping at the noise every time his brother moved.
He was home late from school today, carrying a fragrant bag from Moobyland. Meat patty sandwiches and fried potatoes; it was both delicious, and close enough to simple food in Westeros that it wouldn't need to be explained.
"Jaime?" he called into the apartment. "I brought home dinner, if you're hungry."
[OOC: For the brother!]
It was odd: When he first came to the island, he'd thought he would never get used to living alone. Now he was so used to it that he kept forgetting Jaime was in the apartment and all but jumping at the noise every time his brother moved.
He was home late from school today, carrying a fragrant bag from Moobyland. Meat patty sandwiches and fried potatoes; it was both delicious, and close enough to simple food in Westeros that it wouldn't need to be explained.
"Jaime?" he called into the apartment. "I brought home dinner, if you're hungry."
[OOC: For the brother!]