[what just happened, seriously. Lemony stares at it all as though it's progressing in horrible slow motion: Arya's nimble approach - oh she's going to get herself killed, no, no - the Giraffe hoisting her aloft - yes see this is terrible what can he even do against a Giraffe, the answer is NOTHING, except perhaps to kick its ankles, and that is barely helpful let alone heroic - and then the subsequent scolding and the mustachioed tableau which follows and is currently laid out before him.

it takes him a surprisingly short amount of time to recover. nanoseconds, even.]

Shame?! Shame?! It is you, sir, who should be ashamed of yourself, exhibiting such bigotry and intolerance in the presence of a young woman, and a very capable one, at that! Not to mention that you are being a terribly poor ambassador of your culture at the moment! [he bends down to take the moustache off Arya, gently. HOW VERY DARE YOU GIRAFFE.]

I should have to have some very strong words with your Better Business Bureau about how this establishment treats visitors.