[in the meantime, Margaery sits cross-legged down on the ground, neatly arranging her gown around her. she watches Rose tune the guitar curiously. Westerosi instruments are nothing like her guitar.

after Rose finishes playing, Margaery scrambles to her feet, applauding enthusiastically and grinning brightly]

Oh, that was wonderful! You have a beautiful voice and I love your guitar. Do you--do you think you could teach me?