[MINGLE] Breakfast Feast

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: Lawn in front of 6I Inn
WHEN: Morning, April 5
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
WARNINGS: n/a

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The day dawns bright and just a little cool, soft mist rolling over the distant mountains as the forest stretches and yawns in the breeze. It's another beautiful morning in this new-old village, just waiting for its inhabitants to begin filling it with the work of the day.

But this day, there is a surprise. A gift, if you will, not unfamiliar to the old timers, although they know too that sometimes these gifts come with strings.

On the lawn in front of the 6I inn, all of the tables, chairs and even the bar has been moved out into the breaking sunshine. A breakfast feast has been arranged, tables piled high with every imaginable delicacy and comfort food of a certain era: Muffins, toast, coffee, fruit, pop-overs, crumpets, lamb chops, porridge, hot chocolate, biscuits, and every kind of egg, just to start. Even the bar is stocked for those itching for mimosas, mint juleps or irish coffee.

Of course, anyone who has spent time in the wilderness can tell you: In a place gone wild, it's only a matter of time before the scent of food draws in unwanted visitors. Eat up while you can, villagers; you may be sharing your plate soon.


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[learned_to_die]

Ned turns at the sound of Jon's voice and, once meeting his eyes, he offers a smile. It'd be faint for just about anyone else, but for someone who knows Ned well enough, Jon would know it's more or less a grin. It's hard not to feel such unadulterated joy with a drink such as the one he has in his hands, its taste still lingering on his tongue.

It's incredibly rich and decadent, and Ned can tell it's not the sort of thing to indulge in too often, lest he grow too big for his leathers.

"Your sister would adore this, that is certain," Ned agrees, giving the drink a thoughtful glance before returning his gaze to Jon. There's a part of him that always wonders whether referring to Sansa and Robb as Jon's siblings is .. accurate, especially given the fact that Lyanna is here in the village with them, but he is hesitant to change his language all together. He'll always consider Jon a son, though he might not voice such a sentiment around his sister. "It is fortunate that we'd not had anything like this back home; it'd be hard to resist."

[tooktheblack]

"I think Sansa would dip her lemon cakes in it," Jon said, laughing at the thought of it. "So we'd better keep it hidden from her for the time being unless we want to not get a taste at all of the chocolate."

It reminded him of all the good memories he'd ever had growing up at Winterfell all in one warm drink. It was something he wanted to make a habit of having every time he was able, even if it was only at feasts like this.

"I don't even know what chocolate is made from. Is it a plant, you think?"