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[Jon Snow went to the kitchen with Catelyn Stark to get something to eat. No, not because they are magically friends, or because she finally accepted him as a son. They went together because they had to. As in, their hands are cuffed together.

At least the castle had had the decency to make the chain long, but they were still forced to be in the same room. After being kidnapped by a castle, attacked by a demon, and smooched by another demon, Jon truly hated the castle. And this just made him loathe it all the more.
He is in the kitchen, rummaging around in that frozen box. He turns from it quickly with food in hand, pulling the chain.

Catelyn makes a little irritated sound as her hand is yanked toward him. Really, this was unacceptable. Winterfell was not large enough for her to comfortably bear his presence. And now it was so much worse- his face now a constant reminder of the husband she had lost as well as old wounds.]

Mind yourself.

[Her tone had started out as merely icy, but the longer they were stuck together, the more open hostility crept into it.

Jon looks up in surprise. He glances down at the chain, realizing his mistake. He mumbles the following response.]

Forgive me, Lady Stark.

[He walks over to the table, setting down a plate of food on the table and two empty plates beside it. He takes a plate, glancing up at her to see if she’ll join him.

Catelyn hesitates. She still doesn’t want to be friendly with him. But a few simple gestures on her part will make this more bearable for the both of them. She sits at the place he has set, looking for all the world like she’s swallowed something distasteful.]

[ooc: Loss start! Catelyn Stark is green and Jon Snow is blue. Open! Please bother them and listen to awkward silences!]

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[ Her smile recedes from her face as well, though it is not pity that takes its place. Love and marriage do not imply each other, after all, even if Catelyn may be the first widow she has met that loved her husband. ]

So he was greatly loved, your husband. [ And to Jon. ] Your father.

If I could help you find the key?

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Yes. He was a good man.

[Clears his throat. Yes. Subject change. Good.]

We have searched our own rooms for a key, but it has yet to be found. I doubt there is a key to begin with, and I suspect this castle will release us when it is good and ready.

[It's one of the few things that she and Jon agree on wholeheartedly. So when he speaks of his father, she just nods in affirmation.]

Thank you for the offer.

[ She hums in thought, tracing the chain again as if to find the weakest link. ] You are fortunately not strangers to one another, or enemies.

[ She smiles to each of them in turn, before moving toward the fridge. ] Have you ever tried soda?

[He watches her curiously.]

Soda? No. What is it?

I also have not. [And she'll wait for an explanation along with Jon.]

It is like the miraculous waters from San Pellegrino Terme, but sweeter.

[ She picks out an assortment of soda cans: lemon fizz, coke and ginger ale. She places the cans on the counter, offering random ones to each of them. ]