The Dornish Envoy.

"Perhaps that medicine will go down more easily coming from you, Your Grace." Morganna chuckled. She'd often said the same to Trystan, but he remained resolute in his stance. He just changed the subject.

"Do you have a stomach for dessert?" Trystan had barely eaten anything thus far, because he'd been saving his appetite for his favorite part of the meal. The sweet part. "We have lots of pastries!"

"And tea, if you'd like." Morganna added. "If you don't have a taste for the sweet, Casterly Rock can still accomodate."

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"Tea would be fine, actually," he said, nodding to Lady Morganna.

"There are not so many sweet things," he explained to Trystan. "In Dorne. More spicey. I'm afraid my stomach likely couldn't take all the sugar in my lord's pastries."

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"Well, as I believe I noted earlier, Your Grace, I have a diverse palate." Morganna kept her lips pursed as she spoke, "Perhaps Your Grace would see fit to have us for proper Dornish dinner, someday."

"Yes, that would be capital!" Trystan agreed, though he loathed spicy food. He was a very finicky eater, and mostly interested in sweets.

Tea was poured.

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