you're not my homeland anymore

[dohaeris]

Who: sansa and her crs
What: catchall for non-event logs. mostly she wants to tell some friends her name. also for some prompts that are simply too long for the event post
When: early april, broadly. late april for sibling-based event prompts
Where: her house (or wherever windows into the world of ice and fire can be found)

Content Warnings: canon-typical violence. character warnings in her app. uhhhh spoilers for asoiaf as if her canonpoint wasn't enough


[starters in the comments I just really wanted to use the taylor swift lyrics for this]

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[dohaeris]

[sansa laughs, albeit damply.]

I buy biscuits. [.......and she eats them for breakfast.] Or the little cakes...muffins? But I've learned cake, and some other things. Pie is much harder.

[she prefers savory things in pie form. she thinks the mushrooms would be quite good in a pie with onions, but the whole process is frankly terrifying.]

And I can't seem to do any bread.

[at least...other people seem to find this hard, also.]

[hearthebell]

Muffins essentially are cake... just without frosting. Don't let anyone claim otherwise.

[L certainly doesn't. He has no shame about the sweetness of his diet, makes no excuses for the nutrient value or lack thereof that he ingests. He's just very devoted to the truth, for such a seasoned liar, and won't insult anyone present (or cake) by pretending something false is not.]

I've never made anything of the sort in my life. Bread takes patience... I'm sure I'd resign myself to that and then promptly forget all about it while it was rising. Are you like that too, or would you be impatient and try to bake it before it was ready?

[dohaeris]

[sansa giggles again, at the muffins, and then considers her breadmaking processes.]

Well, at first I didn't think it could be very hard, so I just put in water and flour and yeast. It took me ages to clean out the pan, after. Then I looked up recipes on my omni crystal, and I tried to follow the instructions, but it didn't rise at all.

[kneading....did not come naturally to her, and she didn't really understand about the yeast. it is, somehow, soothing to talk about things like making bread and cake, after what she's just experienced.]

[hearthebell]

I've heard that cooking is an art, but baking is a science. The measurements are to be very precise to work out as they're meant to... and some are highly variable. You know that flour can be packed loose or dense, I'm sure, and that's just the beginning of it.

[He shrugs.]

I like it when someone bakes for me, but the ingredients are better not wasted when either of us take a crack at it, sounds like.

[He finds it soothing too, no doubt. It's so normal, in the way that Sansa, for all that her world is strange to him, seems normal, or at least like she started out that way before life had its way with her.]

I suppose you'd like me to get started as soon as possible... on where my efforts would not be wasted.

[dohaeris]

[sansa smiles wetly and nods.]

I think I should learn a little more of science, to get by in this world. But I would like you to start your efforts as soon as you can. And...I'm better at making clothes than bread, if you ever have need of any.

[speaking of where efforts wouldn't be wasted.]

[hearthebell]

You could manage just as well with learning magic... but like everyone, I start with the perspective of the world I came from. There, we only had science to contextualize what we had and lived through. Here, there's more to it; anyone can see that.

[He blinks at the offer, because... tatty and shabby as he is, and more so now after most of his clothes were ruined by nearly a body's worth of blood, clothes are something he absolutely needs.]

I could be paid in clothes, and not complain.

[dohaeris]

[sansa's smile twists up at the corner.]

I mean to learn all I can. The perspective of the world I come from isn't much use to anyone.

[she would dress him for free, or at least cheaper than this. if it is true, there aren't riches enough in the world--and if it isn't, she'll know what she's up against.]

Come by the Rookery for cake, and I'll take your measurements before you go.

[hearthebell]

There's a lot I thought would be useless here that's turned out to be indispensable. Don't sell your knowledge and histories too short. If nothing else, they interest me.

[He nods, rising to leave. He's scrawny, so painfully thin; he knows that things generally will fit him, in the sense that they will fasten and not fall off, but it's always been a ball park. Baggy things, loose things that flap with more empty space than flesh and bone. The notion of clothes tailored, to measurements, is sort of a novelty.]

I'll do so at the earliest opportunity, and have more to tell you then.