"So where's my son? He still playing with your son?"
"Oh! You're a bit too early. Sanza honey! Could you bring your uncle that fresh apple please."
"A fresh apple! Woah..! That's new. You've got a tree or something?"
"Nope, but we got your son.", prompted Sansa, smiling, as she brought the apple on a glass dish.
"What do you mean? He brought you one?".
A glance at the dish made him piss; Sansa served him his son's Adam's apple: covered in blood, emitting steam.