New York Comic Con 2015 is in the books. And man, if I felt exhausted after day one, I had no idea what was in store over the weekend. There’s absolutely no way one person can see it all, and even just attempting it cost me access to a couple of  panels, the most popular of which fill up hours before they begin. The press lounge on Saturday morning was home to many other disgruntled writers denied admission to the show’s biggest attractions. But hey, enough of my first-world problems. There’s always something happening on the show floor.

“Think I’ll take two chickens,” says the goth behind me.

“Think I’ll take two chickens,” says the Hound, the bestial bodyguard on-screen.

Shh. I have not read the books. I don’t intend to read the books. And like Jon Snow—my Game of Thrones avatar, according to Buzzfeed—I know nothing. But I like it that way. I don’t have HBO or even a TV, and I don’t intend to get either soon. Yet I have seen every episode of GoT, via more questionable means.