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Pairing(s): gen.
Prompt: funeral.
Warning(s): none.
Word Count: 100.
Bran makes the suggestion between their breakfast plates being cleared and glasses being refilled. Despite their best efforts, nothing is ever fully clean anymore, but they never complain aloud.
"We owe them a funeral," he declares. "Mother would want us to follow tradition."
Arya simply nods into her glass while Sansa pales, gripping the table and breathing heavily. He might as well bring up weddings.
"I refuse to wear a dress," Arya announces and wipes her mouth with her sleeve, "No one would expect any different."
Sansa inhales sharply, pulling herself from wherever her mind wandered.
"You should."
"It's tradition."