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[puppetmurder]

[It's a wait that's not too terribly long, and the indiscretion of it easily forgotten the moment Cersei opens the door and greets him with the cheeriest of smiles. Her good mood is infectious, easily spreading a smile across Dandy's face to mimic her own.]

The television is interesting isn't it? [He chuckles,] everyone always says that Dragnet is ruining the youth, though.

[Much like Cersei's own, lovely dress matches the green of her eyes—Dandy has arrived wearing a blue sweater to match his own, tucked into his belted white trousers. He wears a white blazer over it for the cold, but that's quickly shrugged off and hung up the second he's within the threshold. His present to her is still tucked under his arm.]

What were you watching?

[reignfall]

You know it from home?

⟪ A pity, that, she had been awfully excited to tell him all about its mysterious ways. Somehow, Ryslig has a way of making her feel... behind times. Far behind times.

Not that her spirits are truly crushed – she's eying the box with barely hidden intrigue, for one – Dandy visits, just as he promised, and wherever he is from truly taught him taste. He looks immaculate in just the way her brother would mock, but her brother was a knight at heart, and couldn't always be tempted to finery beyond gold and more gold. ⟫

Rafe considers it trite, but – well, it won't be long until Peninsula of Passions starts.

[puppetmurder]

Yes, but I didn't watch too much television myself. Mother believed that most shows were nothing more than profligacy and that it dulled the mind. I was allowed to indulge in movies, though.

[Dandy follows after Cersei as she leads the way into the living area, and while this home is no where near the decadent standards of his mansion, it's rather... suitable. Cersei herself looks interesting in normal clothes, he decides, but not in a bad way. He does sort of miss the elegance of her costume.]

Oh, well, before we get too into any conversation about shows or otherwise, [he steps towards her, and regardless of his piqued interest over this new name he's heard, Dandy is nothing short of a gentleman. He hands the neatly wrapped box (containing an elegant hand mirror) to Cersei.]

Open it, it's your gift!