She's not quite sure what boxed wine would be like, either, having only ever seen these things in caskets; nevertheless, the explanation helps. Quietly, she considers the bottle Jessica holds. It's a cheaper quality, essentially. Not like the richer wines of the Keep, where those truly skilled took care to produce vast quantities of it.
"Do you know how to create the good kind?" If not, she thinks she will ask around. It's worth exploring further, if this is the sort of drink Jessica's forced to consume. "That makes sense, though. We don't have boxed wines, but there are certainly kinds that are... not as enjoyable."
They're disgusting, is what she's trying to say.
"What sort of abilities?" She wonders what someone like Cersei Lannister would make of her house sigil being equated to a 'murder kitty.' "To my knowledge, Westeros had no fighting pits. But there were events where knights could joust for the entertainment of many. Ser Loras would likely be able to tell you more of that, if you were interested."
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"Do you know how to create the good kind?" If not, she thinks she will ask around. It's worth exploring further, if this is the sort of drink Jessica's forced to consume. "That makes sense, though. We don't have boxed wines, but there are certainly kinds that are... not as enjoyable."
They're disgusting, is what she's trying to say.
"What sort of abilities?" She wonders what someone like Cersei Lannister would make of her house sigil being equated to a 'murder kitty.' "To my knowledge, Westeros had no fighting pits. But there were events where knights could joust for the entertainment of many. Ser Loras would likely be able to tell you more of that, if you were interested."