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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. ]

Comments

[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!

1/2

[steeledskin]

-- Coffee?

[ she'd only had it with tea, mind. but now that it's mentioned... ]

2/2

[steeledskin]

Captain Sokka says you don't allow him the 'strong' coffee. [ sansa does her best to bite back on a frown. ] Is that true?

[save_the_souls]

Huh?

Oh yeah. Not since the last time he got some. Why? Was he complaining about it?

[steeledskin]

[ gods, she doesn't want to get sokka into any trouble. so, quickly: ] He didn't complain -- not one bit. He only told me.

[save_the_souls]

[Oh please like it'd earn anything but an eye roll and a "nice try" from Allen] Ah.

Well, yes. A few months back I got myself some espresso so I could stay up late as I finished up some lab work. But he got into it and he spent almost the entire evening bouncing off the walls. Couldn't get anything done because he kept coming up with new proposals every few seconds.

[steeledskin]

He was behaving precisely like that when he told me about it -- frantic, it seemed, with ideas.

[save_the_souls]

Ah...was that the day we were all having glitch troubles? I remember him being really hyper then.

[steeledskin]

The very same. [ ... ] Was it so awful? He seemed to like all the activity.

[save_the_souls]

Yes, I know he likes it. But unfortunately when he gets into that manic mode, he tends to start fiddling with things he shouldn't. Like the ship systems.

[steeledskin]

Has something happened before? Was there trouble?

[save_the_souls]

Mm. It was another glitch, a long time ago.

That's actually how I became first mate. [...] And how we got that statue in the cargo bay.

[steeledskin]

[ aha. ] Sokka's 'beautiful' lady.

[save_the_souls]

Mm. I still can't figure out how it's supposed to be Suki.

[steeledskin]

[ well. she's curious. ]

...Have you had the pleasure of meeting her?

[save_the_souls]

I have, yes. She was our pilot for awhile.

[steeledskin]

I wish I could have met her, too. Sokka holds her in such high esteem.

[ or at least he seemed to hold the statue in high esteem, and sansa has generalized that sentiment to the woman herself. ]

[save_the_souls]

I wish you could have too. You'd like her. She's very brave, but very kind too. Sokka misses her a lot.

[steeledskin]

[ -- poor sokka. ]

He wears such a brave face. And to think he's been so supportive through everyone else's losses.

[save_the_souls]

[.....Wow. Girl, even Allen can tell you got a thing for Sokka right now.

He'll refrain from saying it though. It'd be rude to do so.]

Mm. That's how he is. He likes to look after the crew first.

[steeledskin]

[ just as well, really. sansa isn't quite self-aware enough to recognize the pieces in play. ]

So I take it we actually have our captors to thank for the -- [ ah ] -- artwork in the cargo bay.

[save_the_souls]

Yeah, that's one way to look at it!

Though I must admit, it does add...character, to our cargo area. No other ship has anything like it.

[steeledskin]

-- It's almost charming when compared to the dragon skulls they used to display in the Red Keep. Back home.