[Gendry was never the sort of person to talk about himself and small talk was hard. He'd also finished the pudding cup, which was its own tragedy right there. He was running his finger around the corners to get the last bits.]

I can't make you a sword. [He's not even looking up when he says that.] Least, not with the material I have down there. We've plenty of shovels, though. Lots of folk wants shovels down there.