At King’s Landing, Sansa Stark and Septa Mordane, both sowing.
Mordane: You wear your hair like a real southern lady now.
Sansa Stark: Well, why shouldn’t I? We’re in the south.
Mordane: It’s important to remember where you come from. I’m not sure your mother would like these new styles.
Sansa Stark: My mother isn’t from the North.
Mordane: I’m aware of that.
Sansa Stark: Why do you care? Do you even have hair under there?
Mordane: Yes. I have hair.
Sansa Stark: I’ve never seen it.
Mordane: Would you like to?
Sansa Stark: No. Where are you from anyway, the north or the south?
Mordane: I come from a very small village in –
Sansa Stark: Oh, wait. I just realized… I don’t care.
Mordane: Sansa –
Sansa Stark: Septa.
Mordane: Now you are being rude.
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