'If truth be told, even our claim to Highgarden is a bit dodgy, just as those dreadful Florents are always whining. "What does it matter," you ask, and of course it doesn't, except to oafs like my son. The thought that one day he might see his grandson with his arse on the Iron Throne makes Mace puff up like… now, what do you call it? Margaery, you're clever, be a dear and tell your poor old half-daft grandmother the name of that queer fish from the Summer Isles that puffs up to ten times its own size when you poke it.'
'They call them puff fish, Grandmother.'
'Of course they do, Summer Islanders have no imagination. My son ought to take the puff fish for his sigil, if truth be told. He could put a crown on it, the way the Baratheons do their stag, perhaps that would make him happy. We should have stayed well out of all this bloody foolishness if you ask me, but once the cow's been milked there's no squirting the cream back up her udder. After Lord Puff Fish put that crown on Renly's head, we were into the pudding up to our knees, so here we are to see things through. And what do you say to that, Sansa?'
Sansa's mouth opened and closed. She felt rather like a puff fish herself.
More A Song of Ice and Fire stuffs -- I read this chapter for the first time the other morning, and literally cried with laughter at everything that came of Olenna's mouth.
It is now my dream to see her face off with Stannis Baratheon. Or rather, see her whup Stannis to ribbons with her rapier wit.
I am most excite for Diana Rigg to depict her in season three, hence this quick portrait :3