I hate being sick. [ She grumbles - groans, whines - quietly, and continues nibbling on the mint. It's a good thing the car doesn't smell like anything too abrasive or that might trigger a second bout of sickness too. ]
[ But no. The second the car lurches into movement and it's clear that they're going home, Myrcella relaxes, even going so far as to release the little emergency puke bags and put them on the seat beside her. A few moments into the ride however, she requests; ] Uncle Jaime? Will you call Mom again when we get home?
[ Because while you're awesome, nothing quite beats a mother to pat her back and read her stories. ]
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[ But no. The second the car lurches into movement and it's clear that they're going home, Myrcella relaxes, even going so far as to release the little emergency puke bags and put them on the seat beside her. A few moments into the ride however, she requests; ] Uncle Jaime? Will you call Mom again when we get home?
[ Because while you're awesome, nothing quite beats a mother to pat her back and read her stories. ]