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If Joffrey were older with more real power in his hands, perhaps Tywin would have reasons to be afraid of accidents. Tommen as king would definitely be better and safer for everyone.
Unfortunately for the Drowned God, wearing Patchface's body weakened him. He believed his strength would still be enough against Theon – but he was wrong.
Frogeaters
The Reeds – the Lord and Lady of Greywater Watch and their children – arrive on one of the rare sunny days. Robb both nervous and excited, but everything is perfect, everything goes as planned… until Meera and him suddenly stay alone in the courtyard.
Robb should talk to her. He knows it and he would like to, but he is unable to do anything. He has talked to girls before, of course. A lot of girls. But them, he did not have to marry. This girl, however, will be his lady wife within a month.
And Robb wants her to like him. He wants to impress her.
So it is rather annoying that just one question, a probably quite impolite question of Bran's echoes in his mind:
'Do they really eat frogs?'
But he cannot possibly broach a subject like that.
"What are you thinking about so deeply, my lord?"
"Frogs," Robb replies in spite of his better judgement, and he regrets it immediately.
Meera laughs out loud. "Frogs?"
Robb smiles at her. "My brother, Bran, is very curious about whether you eat frogs at Greywater Watch."
Actually, as a little boy he asked the same from Maester Luwin. And even earlier he also asked his father about it after he had heard about the Reeds and their swamp for the first time.
"We do," Meera declares still cheerfully. "We eat frogs. Sometimes."
Now, Robb cannot help but press on.
"What do they taste like?"
"Delicious, believe it or not… Though, it's hard to explain. You should try it."
There is something enticing in her voice. It is half teasing, half challenging – and it demands a response.
"I would if you cooked some for me."
"I would if you caught some." Meera raises her eyebrows.
"I don't know how to catch frogs," Robb admits.
Which is not quite true. As a child, he hunted frogs with Jon when the weather allowed for such activities. Robb remembers all too well how often they slipped in the mud and trudged home defeated and dirty up to their chin. And it was many years ago. He doubts he has become more skillful in the art of frog-catching since then. He does not want Meera to be a witness of his bungling.
"Let me teach you then."
Though if that is her wish…
It is an improper way to spend time, especially for the Lord and the future Lady of Winterfell, but it sounds entertaining. And coming to know the real Meera feels much more important than keeping the rules of decency.
"Let's do it."
