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.]

Comments

[seekingvinland]

"I should have warned against it, but I did not think it would be an issue." He admitted as sat the bowl off aside waiting, and watching her. "There is a difference between the animals we hunt and the animals we care for. Name's give meaning and power." He offered his view. "The two you care for for me, I named for my friend Roald." It felt strange saying Snake's real name. "And Astred for my niece." He had not explained the names before, just shared them with her. "Being attached is not bad." He repeated.

He nodded as she explained her emotions. "Emotions are hard. Life is easier without if you ask me, but that also takes all the good away to. I am not a good person to say this, but I think the mess is best, once its cleaned things become clear." He had been such a mess when he was sold, and by the time he bought his freedom he could honestly say he was a good man. Better for his suffering.

He reached up scratching at his hair a little. "You did not know me young, which I am glad for. You are one of my favored friends here, I have worried for telling you the truth for fear you would no longer be my friend if you knew the monster I once was. Even if you say it is different, I feel I must tell you. I hate violence now, I never wish to harm another person again as long as I live."

[thekittenqueen]

"I don't think that there was anything that could be done to prevent it." Margaery gave a small shrug. "Animals are naturally good and loving." After living for so long among the two faced and back biting of King's Landing, it had been remarkable to come across genuine affection. Her sheep weren't as intelligent as other animals might be, but she had reared them and saved them from the wild. It was hard to separate her feelings after that.

At least until now. She had shut herself down, placing a wall back around her heart, guarding herself from that same level of loss. She couldn't get attached to these creatures. They weren't pets, they were resources and someday food. Bushy was at least able to help her see that. "I think you're right."

She glanced at him, "We all have done things in our past that we regret. As you say, you are a different person than you were there. You have no reason to bring up your history. You have nothing to explain."