The Wedding feast

[The Flint]

Ryam chuckled, "Too kind milady, truly too kind. Say, what do you and Lord Stark go huntin for, when you do 'yer hunts?" He said, sipping his ale and changing the subject.

[The Smith]

"To be honest very little. Occasionally we will kill a stag or a fox, but usually it is just an excuse to get away from the keep for some time." Anya replied with a smile, "Men always seem to be seeking a way to shirk their duty for a short time."

[The Flint]

"Now my wife says the exact same thing," Ryam replied, "Exact same thing. She says, now how come you is shirking? And I says, I ain't shirking, I'm gathering my thoughts, and she says, well we'll all slip off into the Long Night for yer finished with that, so get back too it. Women is the true lords, iff'n you ask me. Ya'll just kind enough to let us pretend that we know what we doing, from time to time."

[The Smith]

Anya nodded, "Elaine keeps this house running far more smoothly then my darling brother ever could. I will not argue that point with you one bit." She smiled mysteriously.

[The Flint]

"Of course, Lady Elaine seems tireless in her devotion," Ryam replied with a smile.

[The Smith]

Anya nodded, "Beloved by all she is." She yawned, and then asked, "So did your wife accompany you to the wedding?"

[The Flint]

Ryam nodded, and pointed at Erena Flint, who was sitting dutifully with the family, sampling every course, and washing it down with ale. "Good lady, my wife. Five children she's given me, three boys and two girls."

[The Smith]

"You are quite, the lucky handsome mane." Anya said, "You have many of the characteristics of the man I hope to marry one day."

[The Flint]

Ryam chuckled, "I doubt that milady, unless you mean simple bearded, and fertile. But I've some relatives you might like, if you'd care for an introduction. One Flint is much the same as another. We've not got your Brother's Stark nobility, but we're of the same old blood."

[The Smith]

"Oh, you should not think so lowly of yourself." She replied, "I know I don't."

[The Flint]

"Too kind milady," Ryam replied, "My brother's son Jeor has had twenty-one, Perhaps he'd suit? You don't seem a day over seventeen, if I may say so."

[The Smith]

"I am a few days over that, but I appreciate the kindness in your words." She replied, "And have always had my eye on older men, I must admit it is my own true weakness."

[The Flint]

"A failing common in women with good strong fathers as set an example, such as Lord Stark was" Ryam said, "my own daughter married an older fella, Lord Benjen, of the Flint's Fingers. Course I always had a like for the pretty young things myself, but that ain't so odd, in men now is it?" he chuckled.

[The Smith]

"That is a common failing of men, of that I am certain." She replied with a sultry growl, "It is so crowded in here, with all these guests. I have never felt the hall this hot before."

[The Flint]

"Ought we take a walk?" Ryam suggested. "Cool air 'll do ya good." He suggested.