"I think..." he said absently, "this is the shoddiest work I've seen all day.  Your one saving grace, the explosive spell, lacks precision of description and any sort of statistical incidence of error."  He tisked, his face puckering like a prune as his eyes scanned her notes and diagrams.  "Honestly, I have no idea why they don't just farm you out to the construction teams full time.  There's only so much you cam muck up reshaping a tunnel in the Warrens; seems like you're just wasting your time up here, anyway.  And mine."<br/><br/>As he got done with papers, he didn't fling them in the wastebasket, but the contemptuous flip he gave them seemed to give the equivalent impression.  This wasn't any different from any other time he'd evaluated her work, or from any other time he evaluated anyone's work, but Cersei's recent stress and her knowledge of this month's research's shortcomings... it was a bad combination, and he wasn't making it any better.