driftfleet | 004 to sleep, perchance to dream

Who: Sansa Stark
Action: Marsiva like everyone else, alas.
When: 7 February

( Being a social sort of person, Sansa's current confinement on the Marsiva has been more than trying on her patience. She's had her memories invaded and hasn't been able to spend time with Tyrion the way she likes to at night. She hasn't been able to have training with Jim or Bucky. She hasn't been able to meet Kogarasumaru for tea or Leia to chat. She hasn't even been able to work on Akeldama's fine coats as much as she wants.

She is, overall, wholly unhappy with the situation.

The Atroma, being a cruel sort, had not provided her with any of her needlework to occupy her time. They did give her a warm shawl she'd gotten in the last system, though, and a pair of fuzzy slippers. She takes both with her to the main room and tries to find a book that catches her fantasy. Unlike Tyrion, she's no reader, and she wishes there were cards or a cyvasse board to better occupy her time. She picks one and pages through it. It turns out to be unwieldy, though, and not the romantic fantasy she'd prefer. And, as such, she ends up falling asleep with the book on her chest, startling when she hears someone come up alongside her. )

I'm awake, I swear it! I only dozed off for a moment.

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I would happily trade anything for real food, even precious jewels or gold. It would certainly be no consequence to make nice things for someone I'd like to call friend.

( Sansa lights up a bit at the prospect of proper food. She endures the poor food in the Fleet and lives for when she's actually in a system and can go to a cafe. )

Most of what they give us is bad, but I try.

[Wanda does her best to stockpile basic ingredients when they're planetside and to make sure at the very least that they have a decent selection of spices. There's a lot that can be forgiven in color or texture if the taste is all right.]

What do you like to eat? I could try to make something from your world.

I love lemoncakes the best. I haven't had anything planetside that seems to come close to how they taste but oh, I love them.

( Sansa remembers when the concerns of her life were living in the south so she could eat dainty things like lemoncakes every day and not have to worry about keeping a keep fed. It feels nice to worry about treats again. )

I've never had them, but I can try if I find something that tastes like lemon.

[A beat.]

They might be the wrong color. Sometimes I find fruits that taste good, but when I put them in food, it looks terrible.

Oh, yes, I've noticed that. I had what I thought was a sweet berry that tasted foul here. It was all wrong from what I knew before.

( Sansa isn't certain why the Fleet is that way; just another of its quirks, it seems. )

I've had to be more careful.

I found something that tastes like chocolate on the junk world? But it was blue.

[Didn't stop her from stocking the kitchen...and hiding a stash under the bed.]

It seems like we can find things that taste or look or feel like foods from home, but never all three.

[...and if they're lucky, if she can find something to substitute for lemons, the worst they'll be is pink.]

Chocolate isn't something we have in Westeros. I only ever tasted it after I came here. If I ever return home, I do think I'll sorely miss it.

( There's so many new things she's discovered here; the North hadn't the variety of King's Landing anyway but these systems are something else entirely. )

You don't have chocolate. [Pardon her if she sounds mildly horrified.] Then we will have to make sure you get as much as you can here.

[But on that note...]

Have you ever tried a 'doughnut?'

A doughnut? No, I haven't. We had nuts and candied dates in the south but I don't know this type of nut. What is it?

( Sansa is intrigued at the idea of any good food, honestly, and she's eager to hear what Wanda says. )

It's not a nut. It's a soft pastry, like this-- [She holds her hands up in a doughnut-sized circle.] There is usually a hole in the middle and frosting. Sometimes sprinkles.

It can have filling too, but our machine doesn't make those.

Oh! Well, I would very much like to try one of those.

( Sansa has a weakness for any kind of cake or pastry and this sounds like something she's never had before. It can only be a good thing. )

We have a machine on the Twin Roses that makes them. You should visit when we're back on the ships.

[She makes a face.]

Soon, I hope.

Gods, I hope it's soon. I'm so tired of the Marsiva. I've only been here three times - twice on arrivals and now. If I never see it again it will be too soon.

( This is her first calibration, though, and Sansa doesn't know if this happens often or not. )

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