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I have been told that it's uncommon here.

Usually tea. They have some decent blends at the shop. Nothing from home, of course, but that--what do they call it?--Tazo tea is good enough.

Was lucky to run across some when those goods just started showing up in random places.

[Otherwise... Ya.]

Can't say I've ever tried that kind, actually. Some greens, peppermint, Earl Grey.

Ohh! I remember when that happened. I didn't find anything personally, but I know of others who did. I honestly can't think of anything from home that I'd want aside from my brother or grandmother.

[it would rescue her brother from death and her grandmother from loneliness]

Oh, they have some of those teas. They're quite good. I think my favorite is the chai, though.

They're the only family you have, or?

[Carolina never really knew any of her parents family, so not much to miss there. If anything, those agents of Project Freelancer and the Sim Troopers have been more family than her actual blood.]

Slight spice to it? Had that around Christmas time some years.

Not the only family, no. My mother died some years ago, but my brother and I had our father. And a plethora of cousins! So many cousins, I couldn't keep them all straight at times. But my brother and my grandmother are the most important to me.

[if there was one thing House Tyrell did particularly well, it was look after their own. they did that very well]

Yes, that's it! Isn't it good? I often have to search for it in the shops, but it's worth the effort.

Ah, I see. It's a bit of a double edged sword. You miss them, but you don't want them stuck here either.

[She can understand. Epsilon is here, and here is where she will only be able to see him.]

If I see any, I'll keep you in mind.

[she sobers]

Every new arrivals day, I hope to find them. It's the only way we'll ever be able to be together again.

[and every month, her hopes are dashed]

Oh? I do thank you. Most people would keep such things for themselves so they could extract a hefty fee for them.

This place does seem to work in odd ways. When you least expect something.

[But there is a small pause.]

I keep things that I think would be useful, for our household, but I've no qualms passing off items that we wouldn't otherwise use.

Yes, it does. I hate getting my hopes up, but I truly can't help it. But you seem to have a great many people from your world here.

I would appreciate that. I suppose I'm still too used to home, where everything had its price

We do, and some that have left.

[Caboose, who had been able to see Epsilon here. Tex and Alpha... She hadn't actually had much interaction with the latter two.]

Guess there are some things back home. Not like you can just pick up a space ship for nothing, unless you're stealing it.

Yes. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up old wounds]

[she remembers Caboose fondly, but hadn't had the chance to meet the other two]

Where I'm from, a space ship would be unheard of. As would any other kind of ship that didn't use sails and oars.

It's fine. This place does give you the chance to see people that you might otherwise not have seen again.

[It's only Epsilon that isn't going to be there when she returns.]

Technology has come a long way.

I suppose that's something to be grateful for. I do wish that the people from my world knew more about the wars to come. I died before either started and they came here as they were to begin.

[and she wants to know how her grandmother is doing]

It certainly seems that way! I'll have to become accustomed to it as I plan to go to New York City of 2017.

That- yes. I'm the furthest of our group.

[And there are plenty of events that Carolina would like to change.]

Do you mind- why then?

[her voice sounds hesitant]

Are you? May I ask how you . . . approached the topic?

[as would Margaery. she let her ambitions to be the queen blind her to the many shortcomings of siding with the Lannisters]

The man I love is there!

We've spoke of a few things, but my knowledge is limited. I only know so much. Another- he doesn't really have a desire to know the future.

[Which is not going to be an easy thing to explain when he does want to know.]

Ah. Good luck then.

...I suppose that's understandable. I certainly wouldn't have wanted to know what would have become of me and my House. [her voice turns rueful]
Had I known, I would have been forced to confront my own selfishness far earlier than I'd planned.

[there's a saying, it seems to be a universal one: ignorance is bliss]

Thank you. I've done all I can do to plan in advance, gotten myself prepared both physically and mentally. I've even stitched his name and address into the lining of all of my gowns in case the travel mucks with my memory.

But if there was a chance that if you knew, you could change things, would you try?

[It is a 'game' that Carolina plays, although there's nothing fun about it. If anything, it does keep her up at nights (which happens anyway) but she tries not to dwell on it too often.]

I would. I would advise that we retreat to Highgarden and wait for the strongest candidate for the throne to show themselves. Doing so would have saved my House and earned a great deal of gratitude from whomever we chose to support. House Tyrell does not like to choose the losing side of any battle.

[though, they did during Robert's Rebellion. now, she wishes they hadn't, now that she knows that the rebellion was based on a lie, based on the hormones of two impetuous youths who simply couldn't have contented themselves with rutting like countless others coupleshad done, but instead believed their love to be fated and true. the notion makes her want to laugh at their naiveté]

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[A small pause.]

Most people don't like to be on the losing side.

[Carolina can speak from experience about that.]

But I am sorry about your house.

According to grandmother, she counseled father to stay out of it, out until the likely victor showed himself. But by then, father was the lord of House Tyrell and it was his decision to make.

[she collects herself]

I thank you for your condolences. House Tyrell rose high and fell hard. I did what I could to warn others of the danger we were in. But none would listen.

Sometimes people are too stubborn to listen. That I can tell you from experience.

...yes. That would describe the High Sparrow perfectly. He was so convinced that none could defy his gods that he ignored his death when it was staring him in the face.

The High Sparrow is akin to a priest or a pope?

He's a priest. The high priest whom all of the others must follow. He started his reign by destroying all of the brothels. He continued it by rounding up all the men who preferred to lay with other men.