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[starktomboy]

[She grins, not even bothering to pretend she's innocent. Nymeria swoops in from under the table to try and lick at whatever fell out of his hair and to the floor.]

Just checking if you're really here, if it'll just go through you.

[Like one of Old Nan's ghosts. He was technically a ghost, if she thought about it but then thinking about it would ruin the mood. Of course she was only joking about the going through him part. She just wanted to fling food for old time's sake. Their mother wasn't there to scold her and Robb was a bit more easy going than that.]

[needsnoheadsman]

[Well, he sucks at looking stern, he might as well just drop it. He huffs out a laugh. he may be planning his revenge right now]

Then I hope this confirms that I really am here. [For both of them.]

[starktomboy]

[She was glad he wasn't mad about it. She always had an easier relationship with her brothers than she did with Sansa. It was rare any of them made her mad either.]

I think so. Maybe I should try again just to be sure.

[She's kidding of course. Instead of throwing food, she spoons some up to eat.]

I never asked. What was it like? Being a King. Was it fun some of the time? [She does not want to know what it was like for him to die. She saw plenty enough in her wolf's head when she'd pulled their mother out of the river.]

[needsnoheadsman]

[The smile disappears almost immediately when she asks him what being king was like. Gods be good, why would any man want to be king? he'd asked once, and the question's pushed to the forefront of his mind once more.]

It wasn't exactly fun, most of the time. It was certainly difficult, though.

[starktomboy]

[She ponders this, thinking to herself how Robb was nothing like Joffrey. He had to have been a good king, even if he'd lost the war, he'd gotten as far as he did, hadn't he?]

Did you get a crown? Like King Robert?

[She didn't want to think of that smug bastard wearing a crown while he probably did awful things to her sister. He was horrible. Sansa had confirmed as much without so many words.]