Lena waited for Harry to change out of his costume so they could eat dinner. When they sat down nearly forty-five minutes later, she'd figured out what she wanted to say.
"Look, Harry. This costume stuff, you know I love it, but--"
"You got that it was Hodor, right?" Harry said, through a mouthful of steak.
"Yes, yes, it was an excellent Hodor impression," Lena said.
"Hodor!" Harry shouted. A piece of steak shot out of his mouth, across the table and nearly hit Lena. She feigned laughter.
"But," she continued, "it isn't exactly necessary."
Harry put down his fork and looked at her confused. "What do you mean? You got a Brinno Hidden Front Door Camera, didn't you?"
"Yes, but, well, just because you're on a tiny television screen doesn't mean you need to dress as a television character. For God sakes, dinner's cold, and all because you had to put on and subsequently remove some elaborate Hodor costu--"
"Hodor!" Harry shouted again.
Lena left it at that. It was one of the more productive discussions they'd had.