Cersei always has her phone on her – it would be potentially harmful to her social media presence if she did not, even though most of her posts are prepared in advance and queued as she requires them. Better safe than sorry, though, and there is no harm in being a touch candid here and there, even if a solid strategy bests casual postings. But paper is something she has come to associate with him for the most obvious reason, and it is... oddly pleasant, to hold that tangible slip of it with his number on it.

Even if there is a twinkle in her eye that speaks of barely suppressed laughter when she reads the note by his name. She smoothes her fingers against the paper, and then she cannot seem to contain that moment's teasing. "Do you reckon I would not know who you are, had you not specified where we met?"

He is, after all, terminally difficult to forget – or so she has found. She does pull out her phone, and she does type in his number, saving it at once in case the piece of paper is lost, and the text she sends him so he, too, can have her number. simply says Cersei Lannister, because she cannot presume he would not know.

The piece of paper, however, is carefully folded and slipped into her phone case. Just... for safekeeping.