Winterfell might be cold, but its people are not, and Jane is pleasantly surprised by the Northerners' hospitality. Even if they're pretty much gearing up for a war unlike any of them might've ever seen, they're all friendly and pleasant that evening, chatting up the Skywalkers as though they've been allies in forever.
As much as she likes meeting new people and making new friends, however, at some point it gets a little overwhelming, so she scoots over to her mother, bringing two gobletsful of summerwine. She hands one to Hannah, grinning. "You're not going to say no to one more, are you?" Jane herself is starting to get addicted to the stuff, already making a mental note to take home a few bottles.
She shakes her ahead, accepting the drink. "Regardless of what your father says, I do have manners. And I know it's terribly rude for a guest to say no to a drink." And to punctuate that, she raises her glass in a toast before taking a sip.
Hannah knows they have a lot of long days ahead of them. The feast might be last time they all get to truly relax until all of this is over, and she's trying to make the best of it. Things have been good, very good, since the children were small. As much as she and Luke have raised them to be strong and brave - she knows in many ways they're summer children, and she can only hope they're prepared.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Jane's always been good at these kind of things.
Jane raises her own glass in toast before taking what's considerably a little more than a sip, though she's sure neither of her parents would be worried; growing up with two brothers and a mother like Hannah kind of makes one used to alcohol. The only important thing is to not spill any of it on her and ruin her dress, or she'll get an earful from her grandmother.
"I am. They're quite nice." She says they with a very not subtle glance at Jon's direction, before turning back to her mother as though nothing happened. "A little stiff, but nice. It's probably the cold." She's heard it said that when you stay in an icy place long enough, your heart will freeze too. Maybe it's a good thing these summer children from beyond the sea have magic in their blood. "You? Made new friends yet? Ser Davos spoke highly of you, by the way. Said your reputation precedes you."
Hannah murmurs her agreement. Cold changes people, and those who live in it always are just a different sort of people. And yes, she's picked up on the many glances between Jon and her daughter, but for the moment she pretends she hasn't noticed.
Her smile breaks into a grin at the mention of Ser Davos. She'd heard of him back when he was simply Davos of Flea Bottom, one of the most infamous smugglers on the Narrow Sea. Those days are past him now, as are Hannah's own smuggling days (...mostly). The pirate life isn't becoming for a Queen, though there are rumors of a woman smuggling goods between the islands.
"I told him about the Kessel Run." What else would Hannah talk about? The stormy trade route is one of her best opportunities to brag. "He's a good man." Hannah pauses. "As is the King, as far as I can tell."
Of course it would be the Kessel Run. Even Jane would brag about the Kessel Run on her mother's behalf. Not that she ever needs to, since that story's usually out within five minutes of any gathering. Especially one that has alcohol.
The mention of the King, of course, has the younger girl's eyes sliding to the aforementioned dark-haired, broody monarch almost out of reflex, a small smile on her lips. "You've always been a great judge of character, Mother," she murmurs noncommittally; there's no need to draw any more attention to her not-so-subtle interest. She takes a sip of her wine, trying to play it cool. "Though I'd thought you'd withhold your judgment until after you played sabacc with him?"
Now it's Hannah's turn to glance across the room, this time making eye contact with her husband and flashing him the smile that says don't worry, I'm not up to anything. Plotting, perhaps, but not actively up to anything yet.
She looks back at Jane. "I thought it might seem ungracious to beat our host at cards." And also she hadn't found an opportunity to bring up the matter. "Though...it does reveal a man's strengths and weaknesses with strategy. That's essential information in these times."
"Ungracious is not showing up when people need your help," she points out matter-of-factly. She still can't believe that the House that answered the Starks' summons was the one from across the sea. If one really thinks about it, the Skywalkers could've just let the Westerosi be; the White Walkers supposedly can't walk through water, so they should be relatively safe in their side of the world until the Night King learns how to sail.
"Besides, you're not going to accuse him of cheating if you lose, are you?" Now that would be disastrous. It probably won't be a violation of guest right, but that'll certainly fall under ungracious. Not that she thinks Hannah would lose. But just in case. "Are you?"
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As much as she likes meeting new people and making new friends, however, at some point it gets a little overwhelming, so she scoots over to her mother, bringing two gobletsful of summerwine. She hands one to Hannah, grinning. "You're not going to say no to one more, are you?" Jane herself is starting to get addicted to the stuff, already making a mental note to take home a few bottles.
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Hannah knows they have a lot of long days ahead of them. The feast might be last time they all get to truly relax until all of this is over, and she's trying to make the best of it. Things have been good, very good, since the children were small. As much as she and Luke have raised them to be strong and brave - she knows in many ways they're summer children, and she can only hope they're prepared.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Jane's always been good at these kind of things.
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"I am. They're quite nice." She says they with a very not subtle glance at Jon's direction, before turning back to her mother as though nothing happened. "A little stiff, but nice. It's probably the cold." She's heard it said that when you stay in an icy place long enough, your heart will freeze too. Maybe it's a good thing these summer children from beyond the sea have magic in their blood. "You? Made new friends yet? Ser Davos spoke highly of you, by the way. Said your reputation precedes you."
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Her smile breaks into a grin at the mention of Ser Davos. She'd heard of him back when he was simply Davos of Flea Bottom, one of the most infamous smugglers on the Narrow Sea. Those days are past him now, as are Hannah's own smuggling days (...mostly). The pirate life isn't becoming for a Queen, though there are rumors of a woman smuggling goods between the islands.
"I told him about the Kessel Run." What else would Hannah talk about? The stormy trade route is one of her best opportunities to brag. "He's a good man." Hannah pauses. "As is the King, as far as I can tell."
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The mention of the King, of course, has the younger girl's eyes sliding to the aforementioned dark-haired, broody monarch almost out of reflex, a small smile on her lips. "You've always been a great judge of character, Mother," she murmurs noncommittally; there's no need to draw any more attention to her not-so-subtle interest. She takes a sip of her wine, trying to play it cool. "Though I'd thought you'd withhold your judgment until after you played sabacc with him?"
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She looks back at Jane. "I thought it might seem ungracious to beat our host at cards." And also she hadn't found an opportunity to bring up the matter. "Though...it does reveal a man's strengths and weaknesses with strategy. That's essential information in these times."
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"Besides, you're not going to accuse him of cheating if you lose, are you?" Now that would be disastrous. It probably won't be a violation of guest right, but that'll certainly fall under ungracious. Not that she thinks Hannah would lose. But just in case. "Are you?"