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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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...Have you got a favourite?

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

Want the recipe?

I know maple -- I like maple. [ walnuts, too, though they don't remind her half-so-much of home as maple might. sansa smiles. it's easier because although she has not had much reason to talk with clay, she knows him from his visits to the blue fish.

she knows he can be met warmly. and maybe even trusted because ser allen trusts him. ] I would be much obliged, yes, should you share the recipe with us.

[He grins back, then gives a little two-fingered salute from his visor.]

You got it! Hold on just a second, I'll text it over-

[And after some typing on the device, Sansa will indeed get a text:]

3 cups flour
1 cup chopped walnuts - or whatever kind of nut you want! pecans go good with it too!
1 1/4 tablespoons baking powder
3/4 cup margarine/softened butter
1/2 cup maple syrup
1/3 cup milk

1. preheat the oven to 375°F.
2. combine flour, nuts, baking powder, and margarine/softened butter in a large bowl and mix by hand it crumbles to about the size of a pea. gently mix in the maple syrup and milk using a spatula or some other kind of tool.
3. turn the dough out onto a lightly floured surface. knead 1 to 3 times to bring the dough together. pat the dough out into about a 1" thick rectangle and then cut into 24ish squares.
4. place the scones about 1 inch apart on an ungreased baking sheet.
5. bake until they are firm in the center and golden on the edges and at the bottom, about 20 minutes or so.
6. cool slightly and serve warm! now you've got scones! :D

[Usually his texting is a mess, but when it counts, he takes his time to make sure the other person knows what he's saying.]

[ she takes her time to read every line and item. and to her surprise... ]

Oh! It's not so bad -- I feared it might be more complex than this. Wonderful. [ ... ] Thank you. Clay. [ ser clay? her smile settles into an uncertain line. ]

[He smiles happily at that. What a relief; just going from what he knew of her by visiting the Blue Fish as much as he did, she was definitely from another time period entirely. Sometimes he's not sure just how much to modify something so that someone else, past or future, can understand.]

No problem!

... Actually, you want me to help you bake some? I'm pretty sure I have all the ingredients for it!

-- It won't be me baking them, ser. [ she sounds almost apologetic. ] I am not one for baking. But I could speak to my good-sister, mayhaps, and she may want your help.

Oh! Well, definitely - If she wants my help, I'd be happy to do it!

[He gets a certain joy out of cooking, moreso after he got a boyfriend who really likes it.]

But if not, let me know what you think of them if they're made, all right? I haven't had any in a while!

Then I will make certain she prepares extras -- you'll have to have one when you're next aboard the Blue Fish, ser.

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