A Holiday by Decree
~~ Day 3 ~~
Following Sansa's indication, Tyrion seated himself across from her. The heavy chair had been angled, so he was able to sit back, if a bit askew, from the table; yet, he could also turn and sit toward the edge of the chair to get closer to eat.
It wasn't ideal, but he often had to manipulate furniture that was not made for him. It just was a bit of a surprise to find it was already done for him. "It's funny that someone did it like this," he said, more to himself than anything. When he got a response, it was unexpected.
"I asked the staff to do it that way. It was probably when we were together in King's Landing, I realized how often you seemed to position chairs this way and eventually why. I'm sure it's probably still not very comfortable, but I hope perhaps it's a bit better for enjoying the meal," Sansa explained.
Taken aback that she had bothered to remember, let alone perceive something like that, he didn't get a chance to say thank you before she adeptly changed the topic.
"I was told you were on the way back from a walk - how was it?" she asked, while the servants began to serve various dishes and pour juice for them and more tea for Tyrion.
"Well, I think I may have found several ounces of sand in my left boot afterward, and thanks to this weather, my clothes might be wet enough with perspiration that the staff may forgo water and use only lye for my laundry," he joked and reached for more of the warm country toast and orange jam he had liked so much from the morning before. "Please forgive me for not freshening up a bit more before this, but I worried I'd miss you or let the food get cold."
"Please, don't mind me. It was my invite that was impromptu - besides, I have already decided that I won't be leaving my chair while others are present, as I'm certain I sweated through the back of this dress over an hour ago," she smiled facetiously.
Soon, Tyrion felt more at ease. It had been years since he and Sansa had, well, a normal conversation. Now that they were in a time and place where their lives and those of everyone around them were not imminently threatened, it was actually going quite nicely, even if they mainly spoke only generally of their respective work. Subconsciously already regretting that the meal would end, and they would go their separate ways, Tyrion even doled extra of the colorful fruit salad left out in a serving bowl to his plate.
"It's refreshing to talk about some of this with someone with an outside perspective for once," Sansa commented. Tyrion was about to agree, when she pushed on unexpectedly: "Of course it's last minute, but would you possibly have any plans already for this evening?" she suddenly asked.