Eliot nodded along. Margaery's response was fairly typical for a muggle, so if there were magic on her world it was subtle and not in her every day life. That was important to know.
It was when she started listing the Seven Kingdoms that Eliot began to look distinctly uncomfortable and pale. His eyes widened in alarm as though he were holding onto a ghost, but wasn't quite willing to let the ghost know they were dead.
"Game of Thrones," Eliot said. "You're from... Oh, dear god." Eliot exhaled and kept his lips pressed together tight rather than elaborate. "Wine. Wine would be good. Let's get wine."
Maybe they could just walk in awkward silence down the stairs as Eliot tried to figure out what it was he wanted to say. If he'd been smart, he would have kept a straight face and pretended not to know what she was talking about.