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Who: Sansa Stark and YOU.
Broadcast: Fleetwide video.
Action: Come find her on the Blue Fish!
When: Today!

[ the first time nyssa al ghul misses their weekly appointment, sansa chalks it up to circumstance. something came up; she must be a busy woman, and cannot be in all places at all times. but then a second week goes by with no notice, and when sansa attempts to reach her on nyssa's frequency, all she gets is static. then, dead air.

it takes her a few days to talk herself into addressing the fleet at large, but reasons that should anything have happened to her friend -- well, someone ought to know. so a solemn-faced young woman with copper roots showing flickers onto the communications devices. ]

Nyssa al Ghul hasn't answered any messages -- not for some time, I don't think. [ she swallows. her mouth feels dry. like she can guess the reason already, but refuses to believe it. her words are suffused with worry and sadness. ] I-is she well? Has something happened to her? It might be the crew of the Red Fish have some knowledge of where she is. Please, has anyone spoken to her of late? Seen her?

[ today, she wears the gold bracelets and the intricate hair-pins nyssa once gifted to her. sansa tries to persuade herself she's not wearing them in memory of a lost friend. ]

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[ potato chips sound like such common food. but who is she to judge? when winter comes, no food is common and all is scarce. and the sharing of a meal is the most core principle of hospitality. the guest right resonates. ]

N-no, ser. Not a one. [ she thinks to herself for a moment. ] But if he's willing, I could send my brother to receive it.

[ and robb could survey the blood sport -- and ser steve rogers -- for himself. ]

All right. Give me about-- [he works his jaw off to one side in thought. The cooking time alone is nearly an hour, and he might have to make a run to the station for supplies he still thankfully has money for.] -- four hours, I'll have something pulled together by then.

[Which also gives him a margin of error in case the first recipe doesn't turn out. He likes cooking well enough it's no hardship to spend the evening in the kitchen.]

Ser!

[ she's (almost) horrified. ] The matter isn't so urgent as that. Please, take your time. I do not wish you to feel rushed.

Ah-- It's no trouble, I promise.

[He ducks his head a little, a bit uncomfortable with having made her some facsimile of distressed.]

I do most of the cooking for my crew anyway, and I was planning on making enough for them, too.

[Alternate title: 'Steve Rogers is the Only Adult'.]

-- Are you their cook?

[ the blue fish just gained a cook, much to everyone's relief. ]

Nah. I just enjoy it.

[The sheer amount of spice available in the 21^st century hasn't yet ceased to impress him. When rationing was on, they were lucky if they had sugar or salt to flavour their meals.]

[ odd. ]

They must be very grateful for your pursuits and enjoyments.

[He's a commoner, Sansa, what do you expect. Wait until you hear about how he darns his own socks.]

Haven't had too many complaints. And, ah-- before I forget, what's your brother's name? So I know to let him dock.

Robb. [ her mouth opens. very nearly, she repeats their house name. stark. but perhaps it goes without saying, and so her teeth snap shut.

a pause, then: ] I'll -- I'll go and ask him. [ ... ] Thank you.

[ having leveraged some smidgen of control over how the conversation ends, she feels a bit better about its entirety. ]

You're welcome. If it turns out I can't find the ingredients or the end result isn't fit for human consumption, I'll let you know, all right?

As you say, ser. [ and then, a mite lighter: ] Best of luck.

[ before the feed ends. ]

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