open | video + action

[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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[stefanged]

Oh. I hadn't heard of that term before. [His expression softens.] But I'm glad you have her company.

Family can make even the Fleet a little more bearable.

[steeledskin]

[ sheepish: ] We are still getting to know one another, ser. I never met her before she arrived here.

[stefanged]

Then there's no time like the present to learn.

[Must be a timeline thing. Stefan doesn't envy them.]

I'm biased, but you learn a lot about people through the food they make.

[steeledskin]

Do you? [ a little taken aback. ] Before coming here I never knew anyone who made food.

[ no. that's not true. sansa's voice turns soft -- wistful. ] None except for our cook. Gage -- he and his daughter worked in the kitchens.

[ but it occurs to her she only ever saw gage when she'd go and beg him to make lemon cakes for pudding. ]

[stefanged]

Ah, well - your world's different from mine. My parents did all the cooking, and in turn, I'll do all the cooking for my -

["My kids." He hesitates. He knows, very well, that it's an impossibility for him, and yet some part of him still longs to create a family of his own.]

Anyway. Point is, people usually make what they like, and their food is part of their culture. So uh, when you share a recipe, it's like sharing part of yourself.

[steeledskin]

Like sharing songs, I suppose. [ she tries very hard to understand. ] Or stories?

[ but ultimately, even asking for recipes feels like more domestic labour than she's ever been accustomed to doing. ]

[stefanged]

Exactly. When you hear stories from other worlds, you hear parts of people's worlds. It's the same idea.

[Except recipes yield food, and food is usually way yummier than a story.]