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[roseofthetyrells]

[at first, the picture is blurry and out of focus, but it slowly focuses in on what may be familiar surroundings to people who have been here a while, the sewing shop.

a fine layer of dust is on the surroundings, but then the picture swivels abruptly to focus on Margaery's face]

Look at all of this! [she gestures, meaning to encompas the entire sewing shop] There are enough supplies to sew entire dresses, except for the fabric. Does anyone know where I might aquire the fabric? Please let me know. I'd love to get started as soon as I can.

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[roseofthetyrells]

[she sounds dismayed] From one of the creatures calling themselves gods? Truly?

Yes, I can sew quite well. I can make dresses, shirts, I can embroider and embellish.

[knifecollecting]

You might get popular when people find that out.

[roseofthetyrells]

Yes, I saw what the shops tried to pass off as clothing. None of it was suitable.

But I've been rude, haven't I? Margaery Tyrell, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. And you are?

[knifecollecting]

[Jo laughs quietly, until Margaery introduces herself. A queen, hm?

Poor thing.]

I'm Jo Harvelle. [No title to give.]

[roseofthetyrells]

[a three-times queen, no less. complete with three husbands]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Jo. [considers a moment] Is calling you Jo acceptable?

[knifecollecting]

Don't have any other names for you to use. [And Jo is preferable to Joanna.]

Should I be calling you Queen or something?

[roseofthetyrells]

Then, Jo it is. [NEVER ADMIT TO THAT NAME IN FRONT OF MARG, she will never call you anything else]

Please, call me Margaery. I never stood for much ceremony even when I was queen.

[knifecollecting]

[Jo has no plans to ever do so.]

Okay, Margaery. [Jo's never been one for titles anyway. Trying to remember to call someone queen would wear on her.] Nice to meet you.

[roseofthetyrells]

[SMART GIRL]

And you as well!

So, I really have to ask Delight for fabric?

[knifecollecting]

She's not so bad. [Delight is actually Jo's favorite, not that she would admit it.]

If you don't want to talk to her someone else probably could.

[roseofthetyrells]

I just--dislike the idea of owing them anything. I'll do it if that's the only way to get more fabric, but it will be. Difficult. And I don't want to impose on anyone else.

[knifecollecting]

[Interesting. Jo had never thought of it that way, especially since the gods were getting things out of the deal too.]

You don't like them?

[roseofthetyrells]

[Marg sees it as all giving with little being given back in return]

No. I can't say that I do.

[knifecollecting]

Maybe you'll get sent back home.

[roseofthetyrells]

...I can't. I'm dead back home.

[knifecollecting]

Couple of us are.

[She sighs quietly. It's not general knowledge.]

[roseofthetyrells]

...I wonder if those of us who are will--will get to choose somewhere else to go?

[she doubts it, but she has to have some hope to cling to]

[knifecollecting]

I don't know. [Jo had been assuming she would just be sent back to Heaven.]

I don't think we get to pick.

[roseofthetyrells]

[Marg hadn't went anywhere but here, so as far as she's concerned, her options should be wide open]

But if we could?

[knifecollecting]

[Jo hadn't let herself think of that. If she could pick, where would she go? Ellie's world? George's?]

I think that would be a personal decision.

[roseofthetyrells]

[Marg already has a good idea of where she'd want to go]

Yes, I suppose so.

[tries to summon a sunny smile]

Is there anything you would like to have made?

[knifecollecting]

[Jo echoes that smile, but hers is a little more genuine.]

Can you make regular t-shirts?

[roseofthetyrells]

I would need an example to make a pattern from. [small laugh] We don't have tshirts in Westeros.

[knifecollecting]

Is that where you're from? [She files that away. She's never heard of it, but it's still interesting information.]

I can give you one.

[roseofthetyrells]

Yes. That's where the Seven Kingdoms are located.

That will do just fine. Thank you.