[Ellie listens with a mix of confusion, disbelief, a slight bit of disgust (in the customs, not in Margaery), and the mad urge to laugh.]

That sounds so fucking ridiculous. Having to watch over your shoulder all the time.

[Sorry, Marg. Harsh. But about the news of her brother, Ellie can't help but grin a little wider, squeezing her hand back -- and poor Ellie, she doesn't. Pick up on the fact that that might've been a hint.]

Okay, so tell me about that. Who'd win, you or your brother?