[jon snorts a little at his question, because if he'd heard it a day ago it would have been perfectly valid. he's been quietly taking stock of the safehouse, making sure there's enough food and medicine for a good long while. winter is always coming, in some form of another--although, honestly, the smell of coffee drew him to the kitchen more than anything else.]
There's coffee?
[jon is a recent but enthusiastic convert. he never saw it on westeros, though he holds out hope that it could be found somewhere on the world (perhaps even in the south of the realm?), and imported, though if pressed he'd admit it might not be the best use of the night's watch's limited resources. for now, coffee is another point in this world's favor. which is important, because back home he's either dead or wounded, and his sister(s) in danger far away. he'd like to keep himself and sansa here, if he can. he'd also like some coffee.]
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There's coffee?
[jon is a recent but enthusiastic convert. he never saw it on westeros, though he holds out hope that it could be found somewhere on the world (perhaps even in the south of the realm?), and imported, though if pressed he'd admit it might not be the best use of the night's watch's limited resources. for now, coffee is another point in this world's favor. which is important, because back home he's either dead or wounded, and his sister(s) in danger far away. he'd like to keep himself and sansa here, if he can. he'd also like some coffee.]