The dragons were really rad, and watching Greyworm slice through the throats of the two scheming masters from Slaver’s Bay like he’s Mister Miyagi sanding the floor was really a thrill, but the most satisfying moment was when the siblings Greyjoy finally made it to Meereen to have an audience with the queen. (They really got there fast -- did they take the Acela or something?)
Khaleesi doesn’t seem that interested in what they are selling (a Shake Weight, two Slap Chops, and a lifetime supply of Wen by Chaz Dean) until she hears that Theon wants to put Yara on the throne as the first queen of the Iron Islands. Suddenly her ears perk up and she’s ready to play Let's Make a Deal like a kid on a sick day watching daytime television for the first time. She agrees to take their ships and support their claim for the throne if they promise to support her and keep the seven kingdoms intact as well as stop their life of raping and pillaging.
They grasp forearms in that way that people only do in fantasy epics to prove how different things are in whatever universe they inhabit. This may be the first time we’ve ever seen two women make a compact that will determine how world events are going to move forward. Has that been the point all along, a seismic power shift where women rule? Dany will clearly get the Iron Throne, Sansa has just been installed as the Queen of the North, and, last we saw of Dorne, Ellaria Sand and her daughters were lording over that quagmire of boring storylines. Maybe George R.R. Martin set this whole plan in order just so we can have the Westerosi version of Spice Girls. (Dany is Posh, Sansa is Ginger, Yara is Scary, Ellaria is Sporty, and Arya is Baby.)