That old tired shit? [she adopts a bit of a prim tone, clearly mocking some imaginary person.] Here is a list of the way you should be. [eyeroll.] Yeah, pardon my if I wipe my ass with that.

[is there such a thing as too strong? no, not if you're careful. and too rough, too loud: tomayto tomahto. though the rumors of an illness are ...something to consider. she's not worried yet, though.]

I only know a couple. Fried fish and fried potatoes. Mostly potatoes, lately. And mushrooms. My sworn-sister, Sansa? She can bake, too. Lots of stuff. Stuff that's not even baking, like jam.

[is jam baking? no, it's ...cooking but not ...baking? vi would rather just eat the food, honestly, but frying stuff is pretty cool.]

For the record, huh? [thinking. of a thing. suddenly.] What would you make for someone that you wanted to impress?