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It should be my responsibility...

[But it's a weak excuse and he knows it. The tone in his voice indicates that he won't stop her or object further.]

Battles are unpredictable. [As he learned against Ramsay] Sometimes your strategies prove successful, but sometimes, it falls apart.

But I can teach you what I know. You have a level head. I think you could do well.

[ She barely bites back a sigh. ]

Jon, stop being stubborn and let me talk to them.

Thank you, that means a lot to me. That's all I want.

[He nods, resigning himself silently to her wish.]

I can show you the plans I have for the farmhouse later tonight. We can decide what we want to do and how we want to run it.

[ See, that wasn't so hard, was it? ]

I'm working in my room right now if you want to bring the plans over to show me. Or I can come downstairs in an hour after I'm done this bit of a dress.

I can come to you as I am nearly home.

[The day was productive at least, looking over Lucy's farmhouse and thinking about what he could do.]

You are making a new dress?

Then I will stay here where you can find me.

[ She smiles a bit, nodding. ]

I am. I would offer to show you but I know you find that sort of thing boring.

It's not boring, but clothes aren't...you know better what is good.

[Remember that struggle to get him into modern clothes, Sansa?]

No one else is home?

I think you should give yourself more credit, Jon. I was actually proud of you when I saw what you have been wearing the last week or so.

[ It really hadn't been that part. Really. ]

Not from what I can hear.

I don't understand fripperies. You hid everything I brought from home. I don't have much choice in what I wear, save for what you bought for me.

[Maybe it wasn't that extreme, but he could at least tease her.]

Good. [There is the sound of him opening the door.] I will be up in a minute.

[ooc: wrap?]

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