A well-trained waiter approached their table, fully prepared to recite the day's specials, his head brimming with recommendations, no doubt. However, he had to admit that he wasn't too disappointed when he was told the gentlemen would be taking the tasting menu and be fine with the sommelier's recommendations. Patrons who knew what they wanted were much more pleasant than the type that agonised over every little detail.
Tywin tilted his head at Kevan's wording - a change of scenery. London was constantly changing, especially in the light of the Queen's Jubilee and the impending Olympic Games, but that wasn't what his brother meant.
Same, same, no change in sight was more like it. Tywin was familiar with that feeling even though he travelled extensively. Motion or the lack thereof, however, had little to do with the feeling of walls closing in.
"They don't need the sun to feed the image they have of themselves but it does play a role in creating the right setting and mood. Everything is displayed in soft-focus, blurry around the edges, fraying seams until people and surroundings bleed into each other." It was certainly different from what he was used to.