For: PrettyPrairie Prompt: I said, "Do you want a hot toddy, not a hot ti-- you know what? Shut up." Ship: Arya Stark/Sandor Clegane
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Sandor could barely speak, he was laughing so hard. “I mean, I’m not going to say no to that,” he guffawed.
“You know damn well what I meant,” Arya simpered, trying hard to not start laughing herself. “Would I ever offer that to you in those words anyway?”
“A man can wish,” he spat, trying to stop laughing and being wholly unsuccessful in the endeavor.
“Fine, I’m going to have one for myself,” she said haughtily, her cheeks still blazing.
“Are you now?” he asked.
No matter what the reason, Arya knew the laughter did him good, so she didn’t reply to what was quite clearly a way to trap her into another vocal slipup.
“Yup,” she smirked. “I’ll tell you all about it, but you can’t watch.”
“That’s not very fair of you.”
“Never pretended to be into all that fairness,” she reminded him. “And you bloody well know I meant toddy, not titty.”
He collapsed into more laughter. Some of which sounded as if it might have been painful if he wasn’t so full to bursting with glee.
