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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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[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.

[knifecollecting]

[Seven Kingdoms. Interesting.]

When should I bring it by?

[roseofthetyrells]

[and half of them have been at war with the other half for the past, oh, five years]

As soon as you like. I'll need to make the deals with Delight for the fabric, then I can get started.

[knifecollecting]

Where will you be tomorrow?