Oooo! 5 times Brienne-the-ultra-honest lied to Jaime, and 1 time she told the truth. Pretty please with cashmere yarn on top! (Bonus points for knitting references, lol!)
“Yarn shop, Jaime?” Addam sighs to the phone like he does when he thinks that Jaime has done something particularly stupid. “You bought a yarn shop? In Flea Bottom?”
“In my defense, Addam,” Jaime tries to explain to his best mate, “I thought it would be a coffee shop.”
Addam groans, sighs, and groans again. Jaime waits patiently for him to catch up with his emotions. Honestly, Jaime himself had the same reaction when he realised that the business he bought only used to be a coffee shop, but now sells colourful and fluffy yarn and all sorts of tools related to that like pointy needles, needles with hooks on one end and things that look like gummy bears but have holes in their butts. “And why would you buy a coffee shop, Jaime?” Addam asks, with a voice he probably thinks that is patient but definitely is not.
The tall, freckled employee that came with the yarn shop side-eyes Jaime for fiddling with her wares -- which are Jaime’s wares now and he should be free to play with them -- so Jaime moves to another room which contains a big table with many chairs. There are baskets full of fluffy white yarn on the window, held by snowmen made out of more white, fluffy yarn.
There are many reasons why Jaime bought a coffee shop. The rather big one is to finally remove himself from his father’s influence, but he tells Addam the other.
“I thought it would be romantic. You know, in a modern pastoral kind of way.”
Addam groans again on the phone. “I can’t deal with this right now, Jaime, I need to actually work and not just play around. I’ll call you back later, ok?” He disconnects the call and Jaime looks around at the room. There’s an ancient coffee machine in the corner and a comfortable-looking sofa under the window. This room actually looks a little like a coffee shop; there’s even a separate door from the street. An idea forms in his head.
