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[steeledskin]

Who: Sansa Stark and YOU
Broadcast: Y, fleetwide
Action: Blue Fish
When: Today

Dear friends. [ some lies are kindly told. like this one, wherein she counts only a few souls in the fleet as friends but it's only polite to address the whole lot with warmth and generosity. especially when she's asking for help. and especially when there are lions in the tall grass. ]

I need a recipe for baklava -- I do not think anyone eats it where I come from. But someone dear to me who has long since left the fleet used to bring baklava every week. And we would enjoy it together. I should like to have some again but the cook on this ship needs to know how it's made. Please -- I promise the information will go to good use, although some cooks must covet their kitchen's secrets.

[ sansa approaches her broadcast with steel in her spine: hands folded in her lap; hair brushed until it shines. if there are enemies recently shuffled onto ships, then she must let them know she is comfortable here. she is protected. after surviving the raid, she realizes her days of hiding must be numbered.

as an afterthought, she adds a bit of mercy. a gesture of peace for jeyne: ] Or if there are other recipes you have and want to share, you may do so. My good-sister is new to her duties and I think it would be a kindness to provide her with fresh dishes.

[ ordinarily, in the evening, she would go to the garden on the iskaulit to 'pray' -- but with the news of recent arrivals, she's too skittish to leave the blue fish. instead, she stays on ship and prays in her quarters. sansa kneels on the floor and props her elbows on her mattress. as much as it's become an act (a performance!) she still feels compelled to go through the motions. it's like meditating. ]

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[save_the_souls]

I'm sorry to hear about your friend.

[He doesn't know who it was, but he knows how it is, losing people that you've grown accustom to having around. It's never easy]

I don't know the recipe for baklava, but maybe Belthazar might know? He loves making pastries.

[steeledskin]

[ gently -- and, indeed, with a lot more self-reliance than she usually musters for these things: ] It was moons ago, Ser Allen. But your sympathy remains a kindness.

[ a beat. ] Have you eaten baklava before, though? I'd never tasted it before Nyssa brought some to me.

[save_the_souls]

Me? Ah, yes, a few times. It goes well with coffee!

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[goodandtrue]

[Good-sister.

After several weeks of disappointment and hurt, this was like a refreshing breeze, sweeping away her self-pity. In thanks, Jeyne prepared fresh tea for Sansa and carried it to her room.]

Sansa? May I come in?

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[steeledskin]

[ -- she rises to her feet. almost ashamed, perhaps, to be caught praying. sansa walks to the door and lays her hand against the metal for a moment before opening it and inviting jeyne inside. ]

Yes, [ she breathes. ] Please. Come in.

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[goodandtrue]

[She sets down the tea and smiles kindly at Sansa, unaware that she might have been otherwise occupied.]

I saw your message before. Did you have any luck finding a recipe?

[stefanged]

If it's just the recipe, I've made it more than a few times myself. Hang on, I'll see what I can do.

[Attached: 1 recipe for traditional Jordanian baklava. Stefan's recipe varies a little, as he prefers a nuttier baklava than most, but he's careful to add detailed instructions regarding preference.

After all, he has an inkling of an idea as to who Sansa could mean. Beyond him, there was only really one person who spoke Arabic on the Fleet.]

[steeledskin]

-- This is perfect. [ sansa is pleased. evidently. and all the more so for the recipe coming from a half-way familiar face. one fraction of the tension felt in her shoulders evaporates. ]

Had I known, I would have come to you first. I am grateful.

[stefanged]

Really? [He breathes a sigh of relief. Stefan doesn't always keep the neatest notes, let alone photographs to go along with said notes.] If there's anything unclear, give me a call and I'll walk you through it.

It's okay. It's not like my baklava's common knowledge.

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[paraclete]

Better a good sister than otherwise, don't you think. What sorts of things would you and sister like too eat?

[Not that Kaworu is at all practiced in any culinary arts, but he can pull some strings.]

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[steeledskin]

Good-sister, [ she says again. ] She is my brother's wife.

[ although perhaps that's too much protest. sansa almost frowns. ] I think sweets are most appropriate at the moment.

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[paraclete]

[Kaworu, meanwhile, doesn't budge a millimeter from his boundlessly affectionate posturing. He looks pleased with the conversation no matter what.

That said, he's thinking about his friend, with whom he is enamored, and he wonders what it would be like for that friend to share all of Kaworu's siblings. "Good" might not work as a descriptor.

Regardless...]

That is, I suppose, how family grows. Sweet things are good, but I think cream is especially good. Yourself and your family, do you care for cream? I might know what to do.

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[vagabond_code]

Can't help with the food - sorry - but I got a question for you.

[Because he's eaten baklava - he knows a guy with a cart. He's known lots of guys with carts. And yearning for food is a space-convey staple, but right now Clint is feeling nostalgic about the things that happen around food. He's feeling wistful for a walk down a dirty New York street, yearning to be yelled at by street-food vendors.]

Where you're from, do they have a market? I'm talking out in the open, busy with everyone trying to get your coins in their hands instead of the guy next to them. That kind place.

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[steeledskin]

[ -- if his appearance alarms her (it does) then she stomachs it well. after all, he doesn't speak like a lannister. doesn't even form his sentences like one.

and his question piques a memory in her. cautious, she nods. ]

Yes. There are markets. [ though very few she's visited. why should she, when there are others to do the visiting for her? ] There's one in Winter Town. The market square was always crowded with wooden stalls, though they were not always manned.

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[vagabond_code]

What was it like? Was it just food, or the kind with clothes and home-made bottle-openers and dried flowers and stuff?

[It should be quite apparent that he's trying to picture it with her. To catch a vicarious glimpse.]

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[brainiest]

[ Sister? Hermione can only think she means Jeyne, and that just makes her soften a little. ]

The only thing I can think of from home is pumpkin pies, if you'd be interested in that.

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[steeledskin]

[ now, there's a robust northern dessert. never one of sansa's favourites, of course, but perhaps jeyne will want the recipe if she does indeed want to learn northern ways. ]

Have you made it before, my lady?

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[brainiest]

Not really, but I'd imagine it's just a traditional pie recipe with pumpkins instead of other things? It's the same for pasties, too...

[ She pauses, considering. ]

I think we could make a good go of it, if you wanted to try.

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[geonomy]

Baklava's a pastry with nuts in it, right? I haven't had it myself and don't know the recipe, but I can give you some other sweet recipes if you want them!

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[steeledskin]

...Have you got a favourite?

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[geonomy]

Oh, definitely maple walnut scones. I try not to have too many, but the smell and the taste? Mmmm.

Want the recipe?

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[alwayscomeback]

I have no idea what that is so now you have to tell me everything. Does it have meat in it?

[Sokka: always hitting the important points first. ]

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[steeledskin]

Gods, no. It's meant to be sweet. [ ... ] Why? Do you like meat in your desserts?

[ she doesn't often ask -- actively -- after someone else's preferences. but she feels this curiousity quite keenly, now. ]

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[willynilly]

I've never made it before, but I've seen it in pictures, and it looks amazing! If you do get a recipe, do you think I could try some? I can bring other sweets to trade!

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[steeledskin]

[ tempting! ]

-- What manner of sweets?