The smell of the sweet cakes is warming and calming, indeed, but it is the brightness of her grandmother’s smile that brings her true happiness in that moment - - a smile free from all of the lies and half- truths of court, all love instead.
Myrcella thinks she has never loved her grandmother as much as she does in this moment, and she has always adored Joanna.
“And I to see him, though I must confess that I am glad to have this time with you. It is not the same, writing letters, though I have been glad for every one I received from you.”
Her grandfather is a busy man, she knows, the best guardian of the West she could ever have hoped for. It is no surprise, really, that he is not at home. The disappointment of the realization passes quickly, to be replaced with gladness that she shall have time to speak uninterrupted with her grandmother ‘til he returned.
joanna pulls a chair out first for her granddaughter, and then for herself ; she takes a small cake for herself, scooping some of the icing off with a slender finger and plopping it in her mouth with a laugh.
( she does not have to be the lady of casterly rock with myrcella. right now, she can just be her silly grandmother. )
“ —- writing letters does have its drawbacks, i admit, but it is always lovely to hear from you. if there comes a day where we aren’t so BUSY, perhaps we could come visit YOU in king’s landing. “
