[nobody needs that many mouth closeups piped directly into their head, especially not someone currently mixing wine with their tequila. sansa waves her free hand in front of her face.]
Stop! I'll be sick!
[this whole conversation is making her queasy, and this psychic onslaught has attracted lady's attention. she wanders out from under a table to nose at sansa's shoulder.]
no subject
Stop! I'll be sick!
[this whole conversation is making her queasy, and this psychic onslaught has attracted lady's attention. she wanders out from under a table to nose at sansa's shoulder.]
It's just a stupid game.