And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

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[reek]

[ At the mention of Roose Bolton, Theon bursts into another bought of laughter. He does have a fine assortment of japes about Lord Bolton. The man is more frightening than Theon cares to let on, but he lends himself well to jokes. ]

Surely Lord Bolton's next wife will be a leech. True love at last.

[ He chortles again, amused by his own joke, and only laughs louder with the next handful of cake. ]

A crown of bronze can easily become a crown of cake.

[ Clearing cake and frosting away from his eyes, Theon reaches for the cake plate. They've already destroyed most of it, but there are a few remnants...which Theon dumps right onto Robb's head. He follows it up with a deep bow, smile still on his face somewhere beneath the cake. ]

The king in the dessert.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb snorts as well. Even though lord Bolton has a dangerous amount of cunning that could make him a very dangerous man, jokes about his leeches always bring a smile to Robb’s face.]

I do not remember a house carrying a leech as banner? Mayhaps it is time for some sort of change. That flayed man is most old and dated, he should change it to a leech. When I get the chance to message lord Bolton again I will propose this to him. He cannot refuse a command from his king, of course.

[When Theon dumps the remnants of the cake onto his head he laughs loud enough to be heard by the entire hall.]

The Cake in the North!

[He finds that very witty of himself.]