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“I have something for you.” George stepped into the garden with solemn reverence, pausing before Queen Lianne's favorite rosebush. It was a delicate yellow, with soft thorns and tiny leaves.
It reminded Jon very much of his mother.
“A surprise from my spy-master?” Jon smiled, “I'm not sure I trust it.”
“Thankfully not,” George laughed in return. “A gift, for a new father.”
With a gracious sigh, Jon agreed, “I could do with more of those.”
George passed the bottle of horrific Gulch Gin over without aplomb. “Just don't drink it without me.”