For once, Ned was figuratively letting his hair down. He raised a brow back. They had the same brow. That was one feature Robb had gotten from him. Catelyn had often stroked it when he was a baby, seeming to cherish the traces of Ned she saw there.

"Indeed." He all but smirked back at Robb. "It is a simple enough process I believe. You simply gather it all with a fist and - "

The sudden lob comes out of nowhere, as Ned pulls his arm back and pitches it at him. It's not cold, of course, but it's solid, and it's point-blank. And it's not dignified in the slightest.