of vension and root pottage and fritters

[lastofthekellys]

WHO: Kate Kelly
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: 7th November | Noon
OPEN TO: E V E R Y O N E
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: Open and onging!

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Since that first lunch at the Inn, Kate Kelly has kept them up. Every day, without fail - even when she went missing and then was recovering, people continued in the kitchen to make sure the community gets their daily midday meal. She's proud of that, and she thinks she's allowed to be.

Today is no different.

The food is dropped off, the volunteers gather to chop and stir and cook and serve, the community gathers to eat, and then it is time to clean everything. If there is still no alcohol, well...

There's tea. And a coffee substitute made from chicory. And... Water.

So come on in, help at the kitchen or pull up a chair in the pub in front of the fire, and enjoy some warm food and company while the outside cold (and death) stays firmly outside.



[OOC: All sections are completely free for all! You can handwave your character helping out or thread it out, or just jump in to them eating. All characters are ICly invited, as they are every day.]

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[turned_to_steel]

"Good." Sansa said it and she meant it, looking pleased both with the response as well as the look in Ygritte's eyes when she said she felt the same way about Jon.

She wanted to tell Ygritte that it was good someone loved him because Jon hadn't always had the easiest life. Sansa knew because she'd had a hand in making him miserable at times. She had never tried to be horribly mean to him but she hadn't been overly nice to him either. She had been a brat and distant, looking down on him because of the pain he caused her mother. She never thought about the pain it caused him. That they caused him.

"Then I hope that we can get along." She replied honestly. "For Jon's sake but also because I would like us to."

[kissed_byfire]

That life was one Ygritte didn't know much of. She knew a little, but nothing of his life in that place called Winterfell that he called home and only that his father was Ned Stark and that he had a little brother. Nothing else.

Still there was more to Jon Snow and she knew it. But she didn't push to know either. As far as she was concerned, he would tell her if the topic came up. That Ygritte was sure of.

"Why?" she found herself blurting out. "I know what people tell you of us. How we kill an' rape an' steal. Even eat babies. Why do you want to get along with the likes of that?"

It was an honest question.

[turned_to_steel]

Sansa's already pale features seemed to pale a little more at the question. The bluntness of it surprised her but she found herself appreciating it as well. Honesty wasn't something she came across all that often these days, so it was refreshing even if she felt a little flutter of nerves in the pit of her stomach.

"Because Jon is in love with you." She murmured softly before swallowing thickly, hesitating slightly as she looked down at her hands resting in her laps. "And I have learned that killing, stealing and....raping happens everywhere."

She waited a heartbeat or two before she dared to peek up. "But you don't actually eat babies, do you?"