A Holiday by Decree
~~ Day 6 ~~
Though the staff had packed just enough of everything for a light meal, what Sansa and Tyrion ate was satisfying.
"I have seen a couple of these local foods served at gatherings in the capital, but I like how different things are. How flavors are paired here is interesting," Sansa said, having dipped a small piece of the remaining bread in the sesame flavored sauce. Neither of them had tasted such seasoned cheese either; the savory spices tasted excellent with both the ripe tomatoes and cool cucumbers.
"Let's see about the 'mystery fruit'," Tyrion joked, plucking one of the dark red, almost fuchsia, colored pips. Doing the same, Sansa joined him in inspecting the pip before eating it.
Deciding it was soft enough, even if there seemed to be a seed under the reddish flesh of the pip, they each popped their pips. "It is both sweet and sour, be careful of the seed," Tyrion observed a moment later before looking at Sansa.
She wore an amused look, as she crunched slightly. "Too late, but even the seed is quite nice. It's not hard, but it's somehow juicy…?" Tyrion bit down too, and Sansa laughed sweetly through her nose when he made a surprised expression, discovering the same.
As they plucked more pips and further compared notes of the foods they had eaten on the island so far, Tyrion could not help but admire his pretty companion.
Sansa's auburn hair was loosely braided to the side, and today's dress was of an unusual, almost stonewashed-looking light grey chiffon, layered with a dove grey shell. Loose, wrist-length sleeves and mid-shin skirt were cuffed with soft, wide frills. As Sansa reclined on her side on the blanket, the v-cut of the neckline showed off a rose gold collar necklace and the creamy dips around her clavicles. A thin, braided cord of more chiffon at her middle accentuated her slender waist. The design seemed to scream the idea of a "warm" Northern summer (though there was no such thing) and "Sansa" to Tyrion. He truly wanted to compliment her if it was in fact her design.
For the moment though, he was captivated by the sound of her voice and the sensual sight of the small, red pips, as she brought them to her lips. Being of archetypal Northern beauty, Sansa's lips had never been overly full. However after only a few days under the island sun, the natural pink of her lips had deepened.
Tyrion found himself wondering what Sansa's lips would taste like with the juice of the red pips lingering on them.
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After they finished eating, they repacked everything, rerolling and stowing the blanket as well. Then, as he had found on his last long walk of the beach, Tyrion pointed out to Sansa the seashells left up on the sand from the receding tide. She marveled at how many had washed up virtually undamaged. Together they moved along the beach looking for the most beautiful shells to collect.