[Jon scoots over so that Ryia might have clearer access to the pizza. He does smile at her, briefly, though he addresses Stiles.]
Food will cost, though. Food and guards, walls and war machines: it'll all cost. [But even he doesn't sound too gloomy about it so it can't be all bad.] You know, when I was a boy I once tried to convince Maester Luwin that teaching bookeeping and balances was wasted on a bastard who would never inherit. [His lips twitch in memory. Maester Luwin is dead now, like as not, along with every other man or woman that Jon grew up with in his lord father's house. But he studiously doesn't think about that, like Stiles suggested, back when Jon told him about Bran's fall.] Surprisingly, he was not persuaded by my attempt.
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Food will cost, though. Food and guards, walls and war machines: it'll all cost. [But even he doesn't sound too gloomy about it so it can't be all bad.] You know, when I was a boy I once tried to convince Maester Luwin that teaching bookeeping and balances was wasted on a bastard who would never inherit. [His lips twitch in memory. Maester Luwin is dead now, like as not, along with every other man or woman that Jon grew up with in his lord father's house. But he studiously doesn't think about that, like Stiles suggested, back when Jon told him about Bran's fall.] Surprisingly, he was not persuaded by my attempt.