fandomhighdorms | Fifth Floor Common Room [Wednesday afternoon]

It wasn't that Daenerys hadn't been thrilled when the raven had arrived bearing Ser Jorah's acceptance of her invitation to visit this weekend. She was happy, even if none of her bloodriders would be accompanying him -- someone had to stay with what was left of the khalasar, after all.

No, her sudden feeling of dread stemmed from the message she'd retrieved from her voice...thing, once she'd gotten it to work. The Imp had promised to keep his brother away from her, but now she needed to maintain distance between Ser Jorah and not just an easily-lost halfman, but the Kingslayer himself. It was a far less easy task, and Dany was left to fret as to how to manage it.

For now, though, she had taken the dragons out to her common area, tucking her legs up beside her on the couch as the three found places on the floor to entertain themselves. She kept an eye on them -- she really didn't want to have to put out any fires -- but meanwhile took to learning how to operate the large device in the room. She knew it was like a small play on a screen, having seen others use it, but the question of making it work was daunting. After pressing a few of the small protrusions on the box, she managed to make it come to hissing, grainy life. Then there were waving lines, with another press. Then a screen of simple blue.

Dany sat before the television, holding the little black rectangle in her hand, and began to try to read what the different buttons meant. Maybe she was missing something simple.

[ah, ye olde 'figuring out the tv' common room. open like crazy, save me from boredom and Dany from static, pls.]

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"Well, we were on the island six weeks, but the pirates were there part of the time, too," Petra said, like this was totally no big. "And The Corporation had a secret compound on the other side of the island the entire time, but they were trying to kill us so, you know, screw them."

"Pirates?" Dany asked, perking up, because finally Petra had said something that made sense in Dany's world. She understood pirates! "Did they harm you?"

"Oh, no, the pirates were great! That's actually how I met the guy I'm on a break from. Oh!" Petra realized. "They weren't really pirates. They were pretending, for a TV show. They couldn't even steer their ship; they crashed on the same island we were already on."

"...they were actors who pretended to be pirates?" Dany asked, smiling lightly now. "This is a highly complicated intrigue, this island of yours. No typical stranded-in-the-desert story for you."

"I told you!" Petra said, grinning back at her. "Didn't I? Long story. But enough about that, we were talking about chocolate!"

"Which is heavenly," Dany informed her, eating another chip carefully. She wanted to savor each. "We have our own delicacies at home, but my husband's culture is not known for their sweets, and I haven't had anything like this in months."

A world without chocolate. It was too sad to dwell on long. "Yeah?" Petra asked. "What kinds of things do you eat at home?"

"Berries with cream, lemon cakes, figs -- I grew up with these," Dany offered. "Those were the treats my septa would use to bribe me and keep me good. But when I married Drogo -- usually, we ate horse. Sometimes the rare roasted kid. Maybe with honey, if I asked. I usually did get what I wanted, if available."

Petra had eaten grubs to survive. She knew she had no room to talk. But...horse. "We don't eat horses here," she told Dany. "I mean, some places in Europe they do, but in America it's...almost a taboo?" Petra, ~~unlike her player, who could rant for hours~~ did not have a great understanding of the reasons behind this, but she thought Dany needed a heads up. "Some people eat goat, but you get more, like, chicken and beef and pork. You've probably already figured that out. Oh! We also have to introduce you to cheeseburgers, if you haven't had one."

"The Dothraki life is built around horses," Dany explained, wrinkling her nose a bit. "I don't particularly care for horse meat, but it was what we had. And I still have my mare, here with me, and would never eat her, of course. And I've no idea what a cheeseburger is."

"Trust me, I get eating what you've got, I'm just saying, culturally, it doesn't fly here, and some people may irrationally flip out over it," Petra warned her. "But we will totally fix the cheeseburger thing."

Fifth Floor Common Room [Wednesday afternoon]

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