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Who: Jeyne and YOU!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: S.S. Blue Fish
When: Feb 5th

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With the newly upgraded kitchen, it became important to Jeyne to improve her cooking and make an effort to create dishes that the rest of the crew could enjoy. While she was still struggling with meats, she had learned to bake without actually burning or under cooking her creations. Perhaps for the first time in all of her attempts, the kitchen was filled with the delicious smell of cookies. She grinned down at her work, nearly bursting with pride.

At the sight of a figure lingering in the doorway, she smiled up at them. "Would you like one?"

[Closed to Beverly]

After having seen to her chores and provided lunch for the crew, Jeyne finally acted on her impulse and made her way to the med bay. Beverly had promised long ago to help her and provide her answers that she needed. Fear had kept her away, not wishing to learn how cruel her mother could be, even to her own blood. Or frustration that, even though she had hope, she was wrong in her belief and truly was barren.

She forced away all thoughts as she found Beverly, wringing her hands nervously. "My lady?" She asked hesitantly, her heart racing in her chest. "Is this a poor time to ask a favor?"

[Closed to Robb]

Later in the afternoon, all of her work and spent attention had left her exhausted. Having retreated to the room she shared with Robb, Jeyne stretched out on the bed to nap. Her sleep was restless, filled with dreams and memories that always seemed to appear when Robb wasn't in bed beside her. The others had gone off to the system, stocking up on supplies and other things, but she found little need to leave the ship. All she needed, she had already.

Robb had been among those disembarking. By the time she woke, she hoped that she would see him in the room again, perhaps with something sweet for them to share.

She stirred as she heard the door shut. Sitting up in bed, Jeyne rubbed her eyes, surprised to see her husband with a sour look on his face. "Robb?"

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Jeyne grinned at the sight of Sansa, beckoning her over. "No, not at all. I changed my augment recently to become a cook. I thought that I would practice to make sure I don't continue to burn everything. The crew wouldn't be pleased."

She put a cookie on a plate, offering it out to her good-sister. "How is your arm?"

"Better, thank you."

She pressed her lips together -- weighing her options -- and fell on the side of accepting the cookie. Sansa snapped it gingerly in half and nibbled on a corner. Oh, it was nice. She smiled.

"You've improved," she offers her verdict. It was easy to remember the attempt at lemon-cakes from a few weeks ago.

It was a relief that they were being well received. It felt as though a puzzle had finally been solved for her. It was all clear.

"Perhaps now I can make you lemon cakes that are actually consumable?" What she had made last time was a bit of an embarrassment, but she had been eager to please her good-sister.

"Is there anything else you enjoy? I am trying to learn the dishes that the crew prefers."

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"There is one thing, Jeyne, but I fear it won't be easy to recreate."

But there was a kind of excitement vibrating through her words even as it dawned on her that she might be able to make requests.

"I could at least make an attempt."

Which was all she could do, even with the easier dishes. "What is it, Sansa?"

"I had a friend, once." Sansa hesitated. "Here in the fleet. And she would bring a flaky sweet she called baklava and we would share it every week. I haven't had it since she left. Although I crave it often."

Although she worried she asked too much. Felt too greedy.

"Mayhaps I could find I recipe..."

"I haven't heard of it before." Which wasn't saying very much, there were a number of dishes she didn't know how to make.

Though, to please Sansa, she wanted to at least try.

"I could search as well. I cannot promise it will be as good, but I could try to recreate it for you."

Emboldened, she reached out for her good sister's hand.

"Let me. Please. I will find it for you -- you needn't go so above and beyond the initial request."

She squeezed Sansa's hand, smiling fondly at her.

"Of course." She would know better what it was she was looking for. "Perhaps you could teach me to make gowns? My sewing is not as fine as your own and I should like to make new clothes for myself."

"Make whole gowns?" Sansa stammered -- taken aback. She wondered what sweet praise someone must have sang of her to make Jeyne think of her as some sort of seamstress. "I can embroider, certainly, but I do not think I could make an entire dress worthy enough for either of us."

Jeyne flushed, embarrassed and sheepish. "I...I must have misunderstood your abilities. I know there are some women capable of making gowns. The Westerlands rely on seamstresses. I wasn't certain how it is in the North."

There was so much she didn't know about how life was in the North.

"I wished I could learn, not the sewing, but how to be a proper Northern lady and wife."

" -- I'm afraid there's little I can help with in that endeavour. I squandered the North when I had it, Jeyne, and idolized the Southron ways more than I should ever have done."

She nodded. "It's a strange thing, isn't it? You idolized the Southron lands and I wish to be more Northern." There was a small sense of irony in that. "It is probably nicer in King's Landing than the Westerlands. My education was limited, though my mother instructed me in a few unorthodox matters. Herbs, their uses, first aid." Thankfully not anything related to what Maggy the Frog had done.

"-- Had you ever been there? To King's Landing?"

It occurred to her she had no notion of whether Jeyne had ever left the Westerlands.

She shook her head, giving a small laugh at the idea. "No. I doubt we would have been received at court. I suspect the Lannisters saw my family as upstarts."

It wasn't helped when their daughter married the Young Wolf. "I wanted to see other realms though." A part of her wished to ask about the city, but kept the question to herself. Sansa didn't need to be reminded of her life there.

"I suspect the Lannisters see every family as upstarts," Sansa warns. But then, just as smoothly, she suggests: "I found I was so eager to leave the North that I never learned how to appreciate it. Not until I left."

"That is true. It is a wonder then that are able to marry their family anywhere." If only that was true, they might die out as they deserve. "Leaving home has such luxuries. Are you still in King's Landing before you came here?"

She steadies herself. And reminds herself, too, that it's no longer a secret. Not for family -- and therefore not for Jeyne, neither.

"No. I escaped that city some moons ago. I am kept safe, instead, in the Vale."

That was a relief to hear. Her marriage had placed Sansa in danger and at risk. With Robb's death, Jeyne had worried no one would rescue her.

She nodded, wanting to reach out and touch Sansa's hand, but held back. "Your aunt is there?" Robb had mentioned her in passing. "Did she help you?"

"She did," Sansa said. And it's only mostly a lie. "But she was killed -- a member of her own household, a singer, murdered her."

"How horrible! Why would he do such a thing?"

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