driftfleet | open | video + action

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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I'll write you it, then. And I've been visiting the libraries everywhere since we started at the new planet, so I'll see if I can find anything for you there, too. I'm sorry I'm not really more help.

There's no harm in it. [ it not helping, she means. ] I confess I wouldn't know where to begin with cookery, either.

I got stuck feeding two boys for months and I'm still awful at it. [ She hesitates before she bows her head. ] I did... When I was little I used to make biscuits with my mum. I could give you that recipe, maybe? It'll probably be nicer than pumpkin pies.

[ truth be told, it sounds far nearer the mark. sansa bites down on a smile. ]

Are they good biscuits? What's in them?

They're something called shortbread - they're a bit sugary, but you can add things like jam or icing to add other flavours. They're quite crumbly, too, but they're nice.

Do they go well with tea?

Absolutely. Scones, too! Scones go perfect with tea, if you wanted to try those.

Both shall be ideal. [ ... ] If you can remember the instructions off-hand.

It's not complicated, I promise. I'll try it out myself and then pass it on to you.

Much obliged, my lady. [ a sigh of relief. ] With any luck, these and others will set her on a clear path in her kitchen.

[ She softens, her smile gentle. ]

It's no trouble at all, really, my lady. I'm glad I can help at all. Is there anything else either of you need?

Mayhaps a book of some sort to gather them all inside.

That I can definitely manage. Would you like me to bring it to you when it's ready?

...Would it be too much trouble?

Of course not. I'll bring it your way as soon as it's done.

Thank you. [ so very much. ] I'm indebted to you.

It's really not a problem. You don't - it's fine, Sansa.

But truly -- it means a great deal to me.

[ She wants to say that's what friends are for but she... Can't, because she can't, and she just... Smiles. ]

You're welcome. I'm glad we can do something good here.