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[steeledskin]

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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[steeledskin]

[ hmm. maybe.

curious: ] What is it?

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[stefanged]

They're shortbread cookies, usually filled with some kind of nut. [He holds one up to the camera] They also happen to be my favorite food.

I'm pretty biased, but this batch came out well. [a light shrug. "Nyssa knows this food well too."]

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[steeledskin]

Then I would -- of course -- be honoured to try them.

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[stefanged]

Great. I'll come by in about... half an hour? If that's okay?

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[steeledskin]

Do send me some indication of when you arrive. Our doors are locked tight; you may not have the key.

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[stefanged]

Of course. Thanks for the reminder, and I'll see you soon.

[Allen told him a while back, but Stefan would've undoubtedly forgotten. He does text her, right when he arrives, and patiently waits for her to let him in. If this security makes them feel safe, then he doesn't mind supporting their efforts.]

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[steeledskin]

[ perhaps it betrays an odd and quiet eagerness that she should already be at the doors -- waiting, in her own right, to best attend to a prospective friend. no. friend is too strong a word for what he might be. but if he is like a maester, then perhaps that's bond enough.

having remembered the strange keycode to a made-up rhyme scheme, she quickly taps it into the number pad. with a quiet hiss, the door rushes open. ]

-- Please. Come in. [ she steps aside and curtsies. ]

[stefanged]

Um, thanks.

[What do guys do in response to a curtsy?? Stefan stiffens at the gesture before he returns it with a (hopefully polite) bow. That's the proper response, right???

As he comes in, he holds up the box of ma'amoul he'd been carrying. It's a clear, plastic container not unlike Tupperware, filled halfway through with cookies that look deceivingly like shortbread.] I didn't know if you'd like it, so I only brought half a batch this time - but if you do, I can always bring back more.

[steeledskin]

I am certain it will be perfect. [ and if it isn't? sansa stark is too polite to suggest otherwise. and so, for now, she holds out two hands so she might receive his gift. ]

You'll stay a moment, won't you? It's only right and fitting that I should give you tea and we should share your sweets before you leave.

[stefanged]

[He hands it over as carefully as he can. Thankfully, Stefan's humble about his cooking: unless Sansa dislikes the flavor of dates, the ma'amoul is perfect.]

Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to go the extra mile for me if you don't have to.

[steeledskin]

-- Do you follow the laws of hospitality? [ she holds the container with reverence. ] I should very much like to share bread and salt with you. Or -- tea and dessert, as it happens.

[stefanged]

In that case, I wouldn't dream of refusing. [How can he, when she's being this gracious?]

Thanks for having me, Miss Sansa.

[steeledskin]

Lady Sansa, if you please. [ ordinarily she might never correct another person, but he's proven himself both courteous and eager to learn the nuances of her world. she feels capable of correcting him without fear of retribution. ]

[stefanged]

My bad, Lady Sansa. [Though now, he wonders how long he'd been mislabeling her...]

So your world calls the laws of hospitality "bread and salt?"

[steeledskin]

[ a prim nod while they walk. ] Because sharing something as simple as bread and salt still constitutes the guest right -- the promise that so long as a guest has been fed beneath your roof, you shall not harm them and they shall not harm you.