[sansa fixes her smile in place and tells herself not to be stupid, that parties are simply terrible places to make appointments and he's not trying to weasel his way out of plans with her because he knows about her stupid marriage, now, and the kitten really should be kept out of the way.]
You can tell me what you choose to call him, when we do.
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You can tell me what you choose to call him, when we do.