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Who: Robb & you!
Broadcast: to all
Action: to all / people who are on the Blue Fish
When: 2nd of November

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My name is Robb Stark.

I wish to know if those who know me are still here.

You have my thanks.

On the Blue Fish
[After waking up Robb does not stay inside his bed for long. He can be seen walking towards the showers, followed by a trip towards the kitchen because he is hungry enough that he can eat an entire horse. He is also thirsty enough that he can drink an entire river.

After that he goes to visit his siblings to check up on them, knocking their doors to see if they are still on this ship.

He has a hammering headache and finds it difficult to determine how he feels. From the second he woke up until now it feels as if he has been slammed into a wall. He had not expected his lady wife to be here all of a sudden and he is somehow scared to hope for some sort of future together here.

After eating he can be found inside the weaponry, doing his duty as if nothing has really changed. As if he isn’t anything else but a corpse back home while lord Bolton’s bloody words keep echoing in the back of his mind.]

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It would not have worked. All that I planned here. I hoped to remember and I knew nothing. It came over me and I did not remember anything. Not of where I have been.

It is not the worst afterlife.

[He remembers he gave her letters and he wonders if she still has them. He had tried to put trust in her magic back then but it all fell through.

In a way he regrets it and doesn’t like it that he lied about such a thing.]

That sounds rather good. [And it makes his stomach growl a little.] I will, definitely. It would be good to see you again.

[And maybe try to address that huge elephant in the room.]

Maybe not, but there might still be another way. It's never too late to give up home.

[ She has them. She keeps everything given to her anyway, but these... These are important. Special. Unique.

She's not going to give them away. ]

Winn said he might try and make me some, so I'll save some for you.

I'm always here, Robb.

[ When he's ready. ]

Mayhaps. I do not expect it. But I will keep your written words in mind.

[Robb knows he needs to look beyond everything he knows and everything that will happen to him.]

I would like to see you soon again, if you will it.

[Because it is her choice. He hurt her badly.]

Pumpkin food or not.

[A pause until the next message comes.]

:-)

I'm glad to hear it. More people ought to take my advice.

[ Which isn't completely true, but, heck. ]

All you have to do is ask, Robb. I don't mind making the trip over.

They do not listen to you?

[A small minute later:]

I would like it to see you again. I know we need to speak about some matters but I would like to ask you if we can do that at another time. When I feel less tired.

[And when his head stops aching and when lord Bolton’s voice has finally stopped echoing inside his head.]

They tend to think my advice is a little bit too conservative for them.

[ Because she obeys the rules. Mostly. Ahem. ]

Of course, Robb. Any time you like, I don't mind.

[ They can deal with the hard parts later. ]

They should at least pay attention to it, instead of waving it away because it is not to their liking.

[Robb has always tried to hear out the opinions of all his men. He listens, exactly how his father has told him to do when he was younger and being trained to become Winterfell’s next lord.]

We could bake these pumpkin cakes. I am not quite good at baking, but it is said that I am quite good at eating things.

They do pay attention, sometimes. They just don't take it to heart as often as they ought to.

[ Oh... Her heart softens a little and she's quick to send her message back. ]

I'm not an amazing cook, not really, but I learned a few things in the Drabwurld. We could work it out together.

People can be quite stubborn.

[He smiles at her last message.]

Absolutely! Two can get more work done than one. And it could very well be that together we possess the knowledge to cook a decent meal.

Or cakes.

You don't have to tell me twice.

[ Even if she knows she can be as bad as the rest of them, sometimes, when the situation calls for it. ]

I was the one that had to cook when I travelled around with some of my friends, and I think I did an okay job considering. Maybe we can figure it all out when we find some way to get decent supplies on board.

[He himself is one of the most stubborn people he knows and he smiles a little at this exchange of messages.

He has some good friends here...]

I have never cooked. I have scrubbed the dishes at times together with the kitchen maids but I have never truly made food. I can skin rabbits and pluck poultry.

The markets could help and some keep gardens. Do you have a garden on your ship?

I'm definitely going to find us a cookbook, then. We'll have to get together a few times to see if we can make our way through it.

I don't have one on my ship, no, but I take care of one I made on the Iskaulit.

Our garden is rather small. But our cold box is always full of everything you need. The fridge. The refrigerator. Where they keep winter inside.

I am not sure if we have a cook book. I will look out for one.

Let me know when you wish to meet up. It would be good to see you again.

I'm sure I can make some space in my garden on the Iskaulit if we want to grow anything. But, yes, we have the fridges and freezers and I think I can help preserve things.

[ With magic, but - she's not going to say that. ]

Any time you like, Robb. I'm not particularly busy these days.

That sounds like a good plan. We could bake many and give it to others. And enough for us to eat as well.

I will contact you about the right time.