"Did he shit gold?"
"What?" Tyrion asked, turning to the wildling with the red hair.
"Everyone said your father shit gold. That he died on the privy. Your father. When you shot him with your little bow? Did he shit gold?"
"The Tywin Lannister's didn't shit gold. I cleaned his chamber pot enough to know." Arya Stark, Savior of the Seven Kingdoms said.
There was a moment of silence.
"You… knew my father, my lady?" Tyrion asked Arya.
"In Harrenhal, I was his cupbearer."
Varys looked like he swallowed a lemon. "You were in HARRENHAL!" He throws his plate, screaming, then promptly vanishes.
"Yes." She paused, taking the chicken from Varys plate and handing it to the Hound, who just gruffly grunted in thanks. "So was Gendry."
"Wait, you knew Gendry?" Jon asks, confused. He looks at the blacksmith, "You knew my sister? And you didn't tell me?"
Dadvos looks miffed as well. "He didn't tell me either."
Gendry looks between Jon, the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, and Dadvos, a man he respects and has come to love as a father… then he looks to Arya, who just lifts a brow at him. They share a small smile. "Yes?"
"Oh my god!" Sansa sighs, "THEY'RE IN LOVE!"
"What?" JON AND ARYA SHOUT.
"A WEDDING!" Dadvos shouts, as he hugs Gendry.
"A wedding….." Jon is even more confused.
The Northerns leave the hall as Dadvos begins to plan the wedding with Sansa.
Dany, Grey Worm, and Missendi look at this with wide eyes as they leave. Missendi summing up their thoughts by saying, "What the fuck?"