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Who: sansa stark and you!!
Broadcast: video -- fleetwide
Action: blue fish and iskaulit
When: today

Fellow travelers, [ how else is she meant to greet them?

today, the network flickers to life and its image frames sansa's face with an almost rehearsed precision. by now, the last licks of dye have left her hair. she is fully auburn once again -- and the rich copper strands, a colour inherited from her mother, are carefully braided and arranged in a style that would have taken time even with a helping hand. how long did it take her alone, one wonders? and she's wearing silk, to boot. ]

Begging your pardons -- but has anyone ever found lemons at any of our stops? Any of the way-stations? [ all this polish for such a childish, innocent question. ] At first, I was grateful enough for the false lemon flavours the Atroma give us -- but just once, I'd like to taste the real thing again.

[ she seems about to end the feed, but: ] Or if anyone has any lemons in their pantry, I would pay for a few. I have some credits put by -- [ sheepish, because it isn't her place to be discussing coin. ] Or mayhaps I could barter with some embroidery. My stitches are very neat. I promise.

[ otherwise, member of the blue fish could find her in her quarters while working quietly. at a later hour, she finally does something bold and takes a shuttle (all alone!) to the iskaulit, where she searches out the gardens. she wants to see green again. she wants to dream of summer. sansa crouches to touch a leaf -- heedless of the way her silk trails on the garden's ground floor. ]

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[Health nerd alert in 3, 2, 1—]

Man, I'd do backflips for some lemons for water.

I mean, I'm glad I have tea, but that was kind of a staple of mine for a while.

[... Besides coffee and beer, anyway.]

[ backflips! well, ser, that's a little extreme. but sansa maintains a patient smile. ]

Lemons! In your water? I pray you at least add honey, too.

[Sansa you gotta live a little.]

Honey and lemon is great, yeah. When I was really sick [understatement sam] in the last place I was in, I drank that pretty much with everything. That and ginger root; good for nausea. But lemons by themselves in water isn't so bad, with a little sugar.

I never saw sugar in Westeros. [ humm. ] I fear it's too sweet.

[ and once upon a time sansa thought there was no such thing. ]

Could be, but you could always start off with a little, see how that goes. Sugar distills easily in drinks, as long as you don't overdo it. Sugar is pretty much the best and worst thing ever. Makes delicious food, but easy to eat too much of. And not that great for your teeth if you eat it a lot.

My -- my teeth?

[ great, now she's worried about her teeth. ]

[He smiles sympathetically.]

It's not as bad as it sounds; it's just important to take care of your teeth, is all.

Brushing and flossing'll do it.

What's flossing? How does one do it?

[ she needs to do it right now. ]

It's pretty easy; I could show you, if you'd like. Basically, you take a thin line that is kind of like string, and you run it between your teeth to get out anything left in there.

[He gives her a smile, showing some impressive pearly white teeth.

WE TAKE DENTAL CARE VERY SERIOUSLY IN THE WINCHESTER FAMILY.]

It strengthens your gums and keeps cavities from forming between your teeth.

It sounds...uncomfortable, ser.

[ what is this witchcraft. ]

It's a little uncomfortable at first. Mostly because your gums aren't strengthened until you're doing it regularly, but flossing after meals and in the morning and afternoon, it keeps your mouth in better shape and helps avoid any -- um, gum disease.

My dad was always really strict about how we took care of our teeth, so I kind of got really careful about it from a young age. Mostly because my dad always had a skill of making everything sounding fifty times more scary than they were.

You father must have loved you very much -- to instill such care and duty.

[He laughs soft. His dad was something, alright.

He had his faults, but he loved them. Sam knows that.]

My father was a drill sergeant of sorts -- um. A warrior. He wanted us to be a lot like him so we'd be able to defend ourselves, so he was pretty strict. But he was... a good person, and I'm glad to have had him as my dad.

[Snort. He's humored by a thought -- ]

Hopefully he's proud that I've kept my teeth nice.

[ well, now she's curious! ]

Are you a warrior, as well?

Ah... yeah. Yeah, I guess so. I'm a hunter — that is, when people die in... questionable ways in my world, we investigate it and see if it was caused by monsters, or something supernatural. Then we stop them before they can hurt anyone else.

Or try to, anyway.

[ -- sounds like a story, really. a fog-covered hero. her lip curls. ]

What manner of monsters?

I wouldn't really be able to name them all, but... you know, basics. Wendigos, rugarus, ghouls and banshees... Honestly, it's been getting to be a long list lately.

But it's not just monsters, either — I put a lot of spirits to rest. Ghosts, I mean.

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[ stubbornly: ] Ghosts don't exist.

I'd believe that if I didn't fight them for a living.

Or see my family as ghosts.

Or be a ghost myself.

[He smiles slightly.]

Different worlds, y'know. Different ways things operate.

You're not a ghost. [ ser sam, you're teasing! how unkind. at least, that's how she interprets it. ] I've seen you.

No, I really was! For a short time, it's --

It's complicated. But ghosts... Since I was ten, eleven, I've been fighting things like ghosts. My entire life, almost, and I don't plan on changing occupations anytime soon. It's just one of those things you see to believe, I guess. But I've done things you'd think I'm making up, I know. Crazy, weird stuff, even by my standards.

[ ... ]

You must be even braver than I first thought, ser.

[Oh, gosh, don't get him all self-conscious and flustered, Sansa.]

Me? No, that's — it's nothing special. It's easy to deal with your fear when your job requires facing it. But there's a lot of brave hunters out there, risking their necks for their job.

How many is a lot?

Oh, ah — good question. I've never actually thought to count them all up.

We're... not really that organized of a job occupation.

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