Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Tino, it seemed, had made it his mission to find the worst drink he could possibly make. Kitty didn't know why this was, she didn't care, but as long as she got to watch the results, she was fine with it. Apparently Green Chartreuse was definitely a contender. And no, Kitty wasn't trying it, no matter how many times Tino tried to get her to.

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Re: The Bar

[givehimahand]

"I think I'll stick with wine," Jaime decided, watching Tino drink his... concoction.

Re: The Bar

[halfman_lion]

"Wise choice," Tyrion decided. "I don't trust anything that color."

He sounded a bit distracted. Something said in class yesterday had been reverberating around his head for the better part of two days now; he was trying to decide if Jaime would say anything worth hearing if he asked about its veracity.

And if he wanted to hear it, if Jaime did, or if it would just make going home when that day came too ... painful.

Re: The Bar

[givehimahand]

"I'm certain you could find worse in the brothels of King's Landing," Jaime replied. "If you upset Littlefinger enough."

Re: The Bar

[halfman_lion]

"Hmm?"

It had been a while since Tyrion thought about Petyr Baelish; the reference took a fraction of a second to hit home, and he shook his head before he grinned. "I've been here too long, brother," he admitted. "I've half forgotten the more vile concoctions from home."

Re: The Bar

[givehimahand]

Jaime tsked, shaking his head. "The ladies from the Wall to Dorn mourn the loss."

Re: The Bar

[halfman_lion]

"They mourn their lighter purses, anyhow," Tyrion said solemnly, then gathered his courage.

If he didn't say what was on his mind now, he never would. No: It would come out in a great stew that made almost no sense at all, at the worst possible moment.

"Speaking of home, I have a question for you. The Targaryen girl was ... opinionated in class yesterday."

Re: The Bar

[givehimahand]

"Was she." Jaime's focus remained on his wine for the moment, Tyrion. Possibly because he knew more than enough about home than Tyrion did.

Re: The Bar

[halfman_lion]

"She was." A pause, a gulp of wine, then, quietly: "How bad a king is Joffrey?"

To Tyrion, it wasn't much of a question as to whether Joffrey would be a bad king or not. He almost certainly would. But if he was killing people for his own amusement, as Daenerys had suggested ... that was a different thing.

Re: The Bar

[givehimahand]

Oh sure, make him choke on his wine. "Ah, got quite the mouth on her, doesn't she? What is it she said?"

Re: The Bar

[halfman_lion]

Tyrion spoke deliberately, eyes firm on Jaime's face. "Her exact words were 'his son is beheading noblemen for fun.' I hope there's some exaggeration there, given I cannot believe she'd either know more than you or tell me anything before my own brother did."

Did Tyrion sound worked up there? Just a touch?

Re: The Bar

[givehimahand]

"And just what did you wish to hear from me, dear brother? That the realm is at war?" Jaime asked, steel in his voice.

Re: The Bar

[halfman_lion]

"I wish to hear the truth," Tyrion said, equally steely if more heated. "I don't care that Joffrey's incompetent; that was ordained long ago. If he has good men on his side, he can still win a war. But if he's allowed to be more than averagely cruel --"

He faltered there. He didn't know what he'd do if he knew. Depose Joffrey in favor of Tommen? Hardly likely.

"Please," he finished. "Is it true?"

Re: The Bar

[givehimahand]

"Joffrey is dead," Jaime replied instead. "Perhaps news travels more slowly to the Dothraki Sea. And he had good men to keep him in line."

Men like Tyrion. Men like their father and their uncle. Only Kevan remained to teach Tommen.

Re: The Bar

[halfman_lion]

"Joffrey is --" Tyrion repeated, sucked in his breath and winced. "I'm sorry, Jaime."

He had strongly suspected Joffrey was more than a nephew to Jaime, though he'd never found the stomach to ask directly. But nephew or son or -- whatever he was, and awful brat that he was on top of that, Joffrey was kin. The death of kin was never a pleasant thing to contemplate.

The fact Jaime hadn't directly answered his original question got a bit lost, in that swirl of thoughts.

Re: The Bar

[givehimahand]

It was the very least he could do.

"You can't ask me more of these things," Jaime replied, head down.

Re: The Bar

[halfman_lion]

"I shouldn't," Tyrion said, and poured more wine into both of their cups. It was fumbling; it was more of the least he could do.

"Do you understand I want to anyhow?"

His brain was already itching to know how Joffrey died. Plenty of ways for a king to go in wartime. He had the grace not to ask.