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Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning

Who: First Breath crew
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS First Breath
When: After the Shuffle

[Another week, another Shuffle and there's been a few new additions to the First Breath lately! What's everyone up to? Hopefully nobody's allergic to chocolate-flavored dessert cream.]

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[He kneels down a little more, almost bowed to the ground. Between the two of them-- Bran crawling and Steven pulling at his arms when he can-- they manage to hoist Bran up onto Steven's back. Thank god Bran is relatively slender; it means Steven can actually stand (with a little hup!) and carry him fairly easily.]

This is our ship! Everybody's really friendly, and here's the kitchen-- can you cook? I'm learning how. The food here tastes normal, but it looks weird.

[Bran locks his arms around Steven's shoulders, and takes in the short tour with wide eyes. The kitchen is particularly foreign. There isn't even a fire in sight.]

I've never tried. Will I have to learn, too?

[That's a daunting thought. There were servants for that at Winterfell, and the best he's learned from watching Meera is how to hold a frog over a fire.]

It's easy! It's just mostly heating up stuff. But you don't have to worry about it right now. Do you want ice cream?

Yes, please.

[He gives the kitchen another once over. "Heating up stuff"? He's still confused.]

Where's the fire?

You can put things in that box there, and it'll make it warm! And--

[He turns one of the knobs on the oven. One of the burners turns red as it heats up.]

The red means it's getting hot. So you put a pot on that, and food in the pot, and it gets edible!

[Onwards to the freezer! Steven opens it and grabs two ice cream bars. Unwrapping them, he heads towards a chair and lowers himself for Bran to sit.]

[Bran settles in the chair, still watching the oven with astonishment. It reminds him of metal getting hot in the forge, and he thinks he understands a bit - though he still can't comprehend the fact that there's no fire.]

That's... cool.

[He tries out the word for a second time as he takes the ice cream bar from Steven. He holds it up in front of his face for entirely too long, examining every aspect of the strange rectangle.]

Are you supposed to bite it?

Yeah! Or lick it!

[He demonstrates: first licking at the edges and then biting into a corner enthusiastically.]

[Bran watches carefully, and then tries it himself. He's shocked by how cold the ice cream is on his teeth, but once he gets the corner off the alarm turns to pleasant surprise.]

We don't have anything like this in Westeros. Is it truly just frozen cream?

I think there's milk too? And . . . sugar, maybe? They're really good at making it, right? I love it! Ooh, I should show you pizza next-- did you ever have pizza before?

[Bran can only shake his head - he's got a mouth full of painfully cold ice cream bar right now.]

It's great! It's bread and cheese and sauce! I'll make some for you-- nn, not here, we can't, but I'll buy some next planet we go to! Do you like it? I love the bar part the best--

[Bran tries to imagine what he's talking about. Bread, cheese, and... sauce? He looks a bit overwhelmed.]

It's very good. Thank you for sharing it with me.

[Despite the cold, he takes another big bite and winds up with a tiny ice cream mustache.]

Yeah! You can share them anytime you want, if you want.

[A beat-- and then, a little shyly:]

You're the first person my age I've seen here.

[Bran looks over, his expression soft.]

You're nine as well?

Uh-- twelve. But that's pretty close!

You're my sister Sansa's age.

You have a sister?

[OBVIOUSLY. But Steven, an only child, is fascinated.]

What's she like?

I have two sisters.

[Or "had". He's not really sure.]

She likes sewing, and and knights, but not in the way that I used to. I haven't seen her in a very long time. She went south, to marry a stupid prince.

Well . . . maybe she'll be a really good princess! And come visit you!

They didn't get married. Everything went wrong.

Do you wanna talk about it?

... You wouldn't want to hear it. It isn't very nice.

I don't mind listening.

[Bran looks at him, considering, and then takes a bite of his ice cream while he thinks. It's a few moments before he speaks.]

My father traveled to King's Landing with my sisters, to advise the king. But he was imprisoned for treason, and then they killed him. I don't know what's happened to my sisters. Robb left me to save them and Mother, but he hasn't come back.

Wh-- what about you?

[His face has gone pale and his eyes wide, but he still listens.]

What's gonna happen with you?

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summerschild - 2015-07-06 00:15 (UTC) - Expand

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