Arya wants to watch Eurovision
“Gendry.” Nothing. Arya had been at it for almost the past half an hour, but her boyfriend wouldn't wake up. In his defence it was four in the morning, in her defence, it was snowing. They had lived so far south that Arya would almost never see it and she wanted to share it with someone. Preferably with her boyfriend. The boyfriend that was sleeping beside her. The boyfriend that had decided to stay in her place after they had had a row. Well, not really. She made a joke at something about Eurovision and he had answered with a speech too full of facts for someone that knew nothing about it.
It would have been something to tease him about forever had he not defended it in the tone of voice he usually used when praising herself and Shireen. She was curious.
“Gendry” His soft snores had stopped. He was awake. She knew it, and he knew that she knew.
“Gendry!!” She said as she shook him.
“For Christ's sake! What?! Why do you have to wake me at … Four in the morning!”
“Arya, we've been living in Wintertown for a month. It's December. It snows every day.”
“I know, but look at it!” She said grinning like a child.
“I'm going back to sleep.”
“What?” He said covering his eyes with his left arm.
“I want to watch the Eurovision.”
“What?” He asked moving his arm slightly to look at her with his right eye.
“I want to watch the Eurovision.”
“Because you like it and I want to like it.”
“I watch it with the guys, we play the drinking game.”
“We do! You know, if there are pyrotechnics, if Graham Norton insults someone, if a country gives 12 points to its neighbour, when Australia comes on ...” He said turning on his side and kneading the pillow with his head like a cat.
“Australia is on? Why is Australia in Eurovision? They aren't in Europe!”
“Arya … I won't explain it now, I want to sleep.”
“Well, I want to do that. I want to play the game watching Eurovision.”
“No, not now. Maybe tomorrow night.”
“So, Eurovision is in May. You don't play the game till May. None of the acts have even been selected.”
“We'll play in May. On the first semifinal, we'll need the booze if it's a bloodbath like this year ...”
“Gendry you make no sense.”
The next day Arya called Jon, Jon never said no to her but that he had given her the same “It’s in May” crap Gendry had. Sansa had told her she couldn’t watch “Tu Canción” without crying now that Almaia weren’t together (whatever that meant). So Arya asked Ygrritte, and Jon and Gendry found them arguing about Salvador Sobral and purity of music around 2 the following night.