[jon raises his eyebrows at sansa--he doesn't know where she heard that, but it certainly wasn't winterfell, and grins at prompto, he slides into the seat next to him.]
I told you, my real gift for you isn't ready yet. These are just for the party. [maybe not SO prepared...] Sansa's quicker than me.
[it doesn't help that she makes clothes for fun and profit, and jon is relying on an overworked gadgeteer genius for his gift. look forward to your longbow sometime next month, prompto.]
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I told you, my real gift for you isn't ready yet. These are just for the party. [maybe not SO prepared...] Sansa's quicker than me.
[it doesn't help that she makes clothes for fun and profit, and jon is relying on an overworked gadgeteer genius for his gift. look forward to your longbow sometime next month, prompto.]