Oh, oatcakes, [he chuckles]. They had little bits of dried fruit, apple and orange, or sometimes they had blackberries... don't think those were dried.

Does anything here in Riverview smell like that? I've had things that are almost the same, but never quite. I don't know if it's how they grew, or what they were fed on... well, meat is about the same, all those chickens we were having.

[Sometimes it feels like they've eaten every damn chicken in the Quarantine.]

But the sea... do you know, when I came down to you at Dragonstone, that was only the second time I'd ever sailed? The first time was up to Hardhome from Eastwatch.

[And that, again, is something that prompts a contemplative moment.]

I'm sorry. It was the first time I saw him. Never mind that.

On Dragonstone, I liked to look out at the sea. I'd never had the chance before, and it was warmer than where I'd come from. I hadn't been anywhere that warm since I was seventeen.

What I mean is that the sea brought us to each other.

[Notably, it had not been warm... but it had been comfortably chilly, instead of bitterly cold.]