Who: Anyone who wants Thanksgiving. When: October 14th. Where: Merchant dome. What: BYOS (Bring your own starter) Thanksgiving log. Warnings: None. Will edit if needed. Notes: Entirely a free for all for those who want to log stuff out!
when they returned home, Sansa would invite him to every feast he could ever imagine. And when he came to visit Winterfell, there would be feasts as well.
"But you like it?" She asks, taking a sip of her own brown bottle. She raises it to him in a small salute. She'd been thankful he'd traveled with her to speak with the Sphere, and for the usage of his trousers.
"I do. It's just different." Like so many other things in this place, although he's used to that concept by now and has come to look forward to finding all the things that would never be found in Westeros. It's almost enough to make him want to travel when he gets home, to see somewhere other than the place of his birth. Almost.
"It's like a winter squash," she explains patiently. That was the closest thing she could think of, really. "They're orange and round." She points to one on the label of the bottle.
Sansa, too, loved trying all the new food this strange place brought to them. Learning about other worlds would never get tiresome.
"It is a strange place. But the pie is sweet and tastes of cinnamon and nutmegs- perhaps we can find some of the cinnamon whiskey that Michael had last year. That in particular was delicious." And would certainly warm them up later.
"Cinnamon and nutmeg? That sounds acceptable." The truth is that if Sansa says it's good, that's enough to get him to agree to try it. He's learned that he can trust her opinion on things, at least when it comes to food. "Cinnamon in whiskey too? Not only are there more types of liquor than I would have imagined, they do more with it too."
"It is absolutely delicious. Father would sometimes sprinkle cinnamon on peaches from the greenhouse and fry them, do you remember?" She smiles at remembering the delicious treat.
"You should see Robb at his tavern. They have all sorts of liquor there- some even taste of chocolate!"
"I remember." This memory of Winterfell, like most of them, is enough to bring a smile to his face too. Most of the time he spent there had been pleasant, and it's still the first place he thinks of as home.
"Next time I'm there, perhaps I'll give one of them a try."
"A chocolate martin?" A sweet drink sounds strange, but if she says it's good then he trusts her. "Cinnamon whiskey, and a chocolate martin. This place does sound strange sometimes."
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"But you like it?" She asks, taking a sip of her own brown bottle. She raises it to him in a small salute. She'd been thankful he'd traveled with her to speak with the Sphere, and for the usage of his trousers.
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"What exactly is a pumpkin?"
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Sansa, too, loved trying all the new food this strange place brought to them. Learning about other worlds would never get tiresome.
"They make very good pies."
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Although now that he's tried the ale, he'll try other things too, to see if they're as good as the ale.
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"You should see Robb at his tavern. They have all sorts of liquor there- some even taste of chocolate!"
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"Next time I'm there, perhaps I'll give one of them a try."
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"You should! There's something they found- a Chocolate Martin." A chocolate martini, Sansa. "It's very sweet, you must try it."
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