"I can't believe father wouldn't let me get my hair cut as short as yours! It's so unfair!" complained Cersei.
"If it makes you feel any better, the haircut you got is really pretty," he replied.
"It doesn't! How are we supposed to trade places any more now?!"
"I guess we had to stop eventually. I mean if we ever got caught..."
"No!"
"We don't have a choice, Cers."
"I don't want to attend ballet! I hate it!"
It's not that bad! I mean sure karate is funner but..." replied Jaime.
"Well I won't go and nobody can make me!"
Two days later...
"How was ballet?" he asked.
"Horrible! And the teacher lectured me on how much I seem to have regressed! Asked me if I was feeling ill!"
He hugged her tightly and she hugged him back.
After a moment she pulled away from him and started walking towards her desk. She picked up a pair of scissors.
"Jaime, I need you to cut my hair. Make it look just like yours," she demanded.
"I can't cut hair!"
"Why not?" she asked, stomping her feet.
"Because I've never done so before!"
"Ok. Good point."
He gave a sigh of relief.
"You can learn! My dolls will be good practice for you! Get started!"
"But…"
"Do you want me to be sad?"
"Of course not!"
"Do it then!"
Two hours later...
"This is going to take days! You are horrible at this!" she complained."You'll have to practice more tomorrow."
Three days later...
"Finally! You're ready to cut my hair now!"
"Finally!" he replied, relieved. It had been really boring practice cutting Cersei's dolls hair for hours a day.
Later that day...
"Cersei! You're in big trouble!" yelled an infuriated Tywin before continuing. "And if your brother helped you with that haircut he is too!"