I have not had very much experience in preparing food in my life. It seems that such a thing would be a good skill to learn at this time. Is there anyone who could perhaps assist me in this endeavor?
[ The words are a bit distant, lost in thought for a moment. He wonders how many lives such an innovation could save, could they help food shortages, during years of famine? He's not home now, so it doesn't matter at all. ]
It's much easier than cooking with a fire. [ Not that he has any idea how easy or hard it would be to cook over fire but all the same he grabs another pot for Margaery. ]
[Margaery, too, can't help wondering how useful such devices like stoves and things like canned fruits and vegetables would be to the smallfolk of Westeros. the preservation of food alone would be of great use in years such as the one they had when she left]
Yes, I'd imagine so. [she wouldn't know, either. she was raised to manage a kitchen, not cook in one. she takes the pot from him, sits it on the other burner and empties the tomato puree into it, adding spices]
[ Alfred is watching what she does carefully, trying to figure out exactly how it all works. On one hand it seemed simple but so much of it didn't seem as simple as it appears. ]
[ Alfred nods. He has his issues with his mother. Judith is far from perfect. he is the result of her imperfections to be perfectly honest. His kingship is perhaps another mistake of hers -- but he has not had time yet to know for sure. ]
[ Judith pushed Alfred's half brother, her eldest son to support Alfred for the Kingship rather than himself. It is not the happiest decision for either Alfred or Aethelwulfing even if Alfred knew that he had a better chance of succeeding in bringing forth his Grandfather's vision for a united England. ]
...I know what it's like, to lose family to violence. There's always the question of what if. And never any satisfying answers.
[she rebukes herself daily for not being more insistent with the High Sparrow and his men, for not breaking his neck on the spot, taking command as queen, and leading the people out of the Sept, but she knows there's no use]
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[ The words are a bit distant, lost in thought for a moment. He wonders how many lives such an innovation could save, could they help food shortages, during years of famine? He's not home now, so it doesn't matter at all. ]
It's much easier than cooking with a fire. [ Not that he has any idea how easy or hard it would be to cook over fire but all the same he grabs another pot for Margaery. ]
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[Margaery, too, can't help wondering how useful such devices like stoves and things like canned fruits and vegetables would be to the smallfolk of Westeros. the preservation of food alone would be of great use in years such as the one they had when she left]
Yes, I'd imagine so. [she wouldn't know, either. she was raised to manage a kitchen, not cook in one. she takes the pot from him, sits it on the other burner and empties the tomato puree into it, adding spices]
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It smells good. [ He smiles a bit. ]
What did you eat where you are from?
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Thank you. I hope you enjoy it. [she smiles back]
Not this. [she laughs a little] We usually dined on venison, wild boar, mutton. . . but what about you? What did you eat?
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[ Alfred's smile widens slightly.
He nods at her recount of what she ate in her world. ]
There were pigs, cattle, smaller game like rabbits and such as well.
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[she smiles back]
We had those as well, although my favorite was always the venison.
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[ Alfred thinks on it, smiling a little. ]
I think my favorite food was when it was my mother that made it.
[ There was a time when they were in hiding that Judith had had to take on more duties that were beneath her stature. ]
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[Margaery's mother taught her to sew, but all of the rest of her education was left in the hands of her grandmother, the infamous Queen of Thorns]
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It was a hard time.
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I can imagine so. A queen cooking dinner is--unusual.
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We were in hiding, of sorts.
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May I ask why?
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[ Alfred smiles slightly but it's sadder than the other's had been. ]
My Grandfather had stayed behind.
[ It was likely the only reason that the rest of his family had survived. ]
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[self-sacrifice of that kind is virtually unheard of in Westeros]
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[ Alfred shrugs. ]
Resigned to his fate.
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[such a thing is unheard of in Westeros]
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[ sometimes he thinks so anyway... That staying had made no differnce and Ecbert had just been tired and ready to die. ]
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[she rebukes herself daily for not being more insistent with the High Sparrow and his men, for not breaking his neck on the spot, taking command as queen, and leading the people out of the Sept, but she knows there's no use]