"So, you hate me, too. I don't mind because of the position you are in. I have invited Penelope to my home to have dinner. Putting everything to the side, Penelope loves me. You should join her," Edmund suggested.
"She does love you. You haven't seen our home yet. Why don't you come to us for dinner?" Tyrion offered, noticing Edmund's displeasure. "Is there any reason why you might not like this?"
"No," Edmund responded with a smile. "I've been testing my hand at cooking since I have nothing to do with my time, so I thought I would cook for you both."
"We have a kitchen and servants who can offer you a hand. Is it that you wanted to surprise us with your wife?" Tyrion asked, seeing through Edmund's lies.
"Not at all, Prince Tyrion. I wouldn't dare place my granddaughter in an awful position," Edmund replied.
