-Baeliscious-

Petyr Baeliscious felt smug as the remaining few details of his plan feel into place. The last of which were the two twin beds that had finally arrived for the boat voyage for himself and Salsa (Petyr secretly hoping she'd suggest putting them together - the thought of which made him giggle gaily). His only problem was The Moth who'd taken up stalking him; though luckily not so quietly as the giant man baby had longstanding issues with excessive flatulence. All the seven kingdoms knew The Moth skittered about trying to pry into everyone's business, but it was long understood that they were simply to ignore him and pretend he was doing a good job spying.

Petyr massaged his temples in frustration as the low howl of an especially vocal fart sounded just behind the tapestry on the adjacent wall. "I can't wait to sail to the sands of Dune. They sure aren't going to believe what plans I have in store for their newest trade route." The little feet poking out of the tapestries bottom wiggled, clearly thrilled with the "secret" information. Good, it appears he's buying it. Baeliscious rolled up the maps that lay before him and just before exiting the room added, "Maybe this new route can better hide Cersei's copious amounts of swamp-ass ointments she needs shipped in every month." It wasn't true but Petyr couldn't help starting a juicy rumor that he knew The Moth would spread like wildfire across the castle. He was particularly proud of being the cause of the Black Plague scare three years back, though the deaths that followed from an actual Black Plague were strictly coincidental. That should be enough of a distraction for him until I can leave King's Landing, Petyr thought as he made his way to the shore side.

-Salsa-

Salsa, of all people, knew her manners better than anyone. Because of that Salsa understood that it would be terribly rude to slap the shit out of little Tommen who stood before her. I swear to the Old Gods and the New, if this little muppet doesn't let me on my way he will suffer my wrath for a hundred years. She nodded along to the small boy's obsessive ramblings about his kitty cats; he favored her so sought out her undivided attention as he explained unwarranted opinions about various cat breeds. If this boy doesn't grow up to be the biggest Gaylord.., Salsa's thoughts were interrupted by a tapping on her shoulder.

"Ah, my Lord Tommen, do excuse me but I need the presence of Lady Stark," Petyr's sudden appearance washed over Salsa like a cool wave of relief. A pout furrowed on the little boys face, but he nodded his agreement, picked up the nearest cat, and skipped away. "Salsa it's time," whispered Baeliscious hurriedly as he glanced around the corridor for company. "The boat is ready, we must go."

"Now?" Salsas heart quicken with both terror and excitement. Without another word he grabbed her wrist gently, the heat of his palms making Salsa blush lightly, and guided her out of the castle and to the docks.