[sansa follows his gaze, rising up on the balls of her feet to peek over his head, and smiles. she withdraws her arms from around him and scoops up visenya the batcat instead.]

Cake, I think, and I can tell you a little of Aegon the Unworthy. He was Bloodraven's father. I can tell you a little more of Bloodraven, too.

[though how he came to be teaching bran magic in a cave, she doesn't know. she turns towards the kitchen.]

I made lemon with blueberries, yesterday. I should have enough left for the both of us.