[France's shoulders slump all at once. Really, it's a downright tragedy. This isn't at all what living should be like. Away from the sun and the sky, with sad little cans of food.
He glances over to Margaery, not so far gone that he doesn't offer her a smile.]
Then we shall have to make do. Even if it's nearly as bad as England's cooking, I suppose we'll survive.
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He glances over to Margaery, not so far gone that he doesn't offer her a smile.]
Then we shall have to make do. Even if it's nearly as bad as England's cooking, I suppose we'll survive.