Lysa Tully immediately regretted pricking Petyr with her fingernails. Feeling a pang of pity mixed with resentment at his silence, she could only ask stiffly, "What are you thinking about?"
Petyr pinched Lysa's hand indifferently and said tenderly, "I was wondering what kind of gifts I should prepare for the Lord Paramount and you, should there be a celebration in the near future."
Though pleased inside, Lysa pretended to scoff on the surface. "What celebration? It's just House Stark from The North and House Baratheon from the Stormlands coming, it has nothing to do with you, and you don't need to prepare anything."
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