Snow // Willas Tyrell // Oberyn Martell

101. Happy?

'You seem happy?'

'I am happy, you should both be happy as well not so long ago this city was like a man ready to devour itself.' Tyrion told Messandei.

'I will be happy when our Queen returns." Messandei said.

"Why don't you drink? Why don't either of you ever drink?" Tyrion asked looking between them.

"Unsullied never drink." Grey Worm said.

"Why not?" Tyrion asked.

"Rules." Grey Worm replied.

"Who made these rules? Your former Masters?" Tyrion asked pointedly, "Those miserable old shits didn't want you to be human. Have a drink with me." Tyrion said offering Grey Worm and Messandei a glass. Grey sniffed the contents curiously, his nose crinkled at the foreign sent.

"And you, what's your excuse?" Tyrion asked Messandei.

"I have tried wine before, it made me feel funny." Messandei said looking at the red liquor.

"That's how you know it's working." Tyrion said and picked up his glass, raising it in a toast. "Here's to our Queen," he declared but they didn't raised their glasses, "Anyone not drinking is disrespecting our Queen!" He proclaimed. The two slowly raised their glasses. "To Daenerys Stormborn, Mother of Dragons, Breaker of Chains. Long may she reign." Tyrion toasted

"Long may she reign." They echoed and drank from their glasses.

"Do you like it?" Tyrion asked.

"Tastes like it has turned." Grey told her.

"Yes, yes. Fermentation." Tyrion explains. Picking up a fresh bottle of wine and pouring himself another glass. He stood there for a moment silently, "One day, after our Queen has taken a Seven Kingdoms, I'd like to have my own vineyard, make my own wine. The Imp's Delight. Only my family and close friends can drink it." He said thoughtfully. "Tell me a joke, Messandei of Narth." Tyrion said breaking the silence again. Messandei looked taken aback by this request.

"I don't know any jokes." She told him. Tyrion looked to grey sat next to her.

"Grey Worm?" Nothing. "Right." Tyrion said and thought for a moment for a joke to tell. "Three Lords walk into a tavern. A Stark, a Martell, and a Lannister. They order ale, but when the barkeep brings them over, each of them finds a fly in his cup. The Lannister, outraged, pushes the cup aside and demands another. The Martell, plucks the fly out and swallows it whole. The Stark, reaches into his cup, pulls out the fly and shouts, "Spit it out, you wee shit, spit it out!"." Messandei and Grey Worm looked at each other confused. "It's funnier in Westeros." he told them.

"The Starks and the Lannisters, I thought these were our enemies?" Grey Worm asked.

"Yes." Tyrion said with a slight shake of his head,

"A joke is like a story, Torgo Nudho. Not a true story necessarily." Messandei told him

"A story that's supposed to make you laugh, ideally. Not at the moment perhaps." Tyrion said. He then noticed that Messandei was quietly drinking her glass, "Messandei, do you like the wine?" He asked.

"I do." She said with an enthusiastic nod.

"Tell a joke!" Tyrion almost pleaded. Messandei looked away in thought, which made Tyrion sit upright in anticipation.

"Two translators are in a sinking ship. The first says, "Do you know how to swim?" The second says, "No, but I can shout for help in nineteen languages"." She said awkwardly with a smile at her own joke, Tyrion laughed polietly.