"We have our moments of terrible-people-ness, I assure you," Tyrion said, finally grabbing a cookie of his own.
It was his house, he was having a goddamned cookie.
"And of course. I can make up the guest room if you'd like, or we could watch some dreadful reality television or something. But fair warning, we're going to drink and not let you have any."
A filthy lie, he'd likely let her have a drink if only in consolation of the terrible dream.