"Do they ever grow out of it?" Bran mumbled, then took a drink from his water. Girls were pretty low on his list of priorities, but he was still a teenager and they were there, walking around school in short skirts with their hair and their heels and their lips and their hips. Bran sometimes hoped for winter. Maybe they'd wear less clothing, but Dad always talked about how cold the winters were...
Bran opened his mouth again, to tell Mr. Baratheon that it shouldn't be the way the world is, but sometimes a man could say something so poignant that Bran couldn't argue. This was one of those times. He smiled up at his father's old and dear friend. "Yeah, I guess," he agreed. When there were exceptions to the rule, maybe the rest of the world didn't need to change so much. "Finding the exceptions," he thought out loud, "That's the tricky part." Fun, though.
"I guess that's how you know your true friends, right?"