[Open] From the crib to the ride and the clothes

[belize_queen]

For a variety of reasons, Belize hasn't been as busy as usual. It's not a bad thing, he reckons, because he's made an offer to a nice kid, and he wants to keep his word.

He's ganked a bunch of possibilities from various wardrobes, snitched some make up and curlers, and he's set up shop in the common room.

Though the set up is primarily intended for

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[eldeststark]

Robb is in a state of what many people call "nuptial bliss." And how. He's wandering around with a silly grin on his face and a wolf who would probably be rolling his eyes if he could, but instead is just tagging close at his heels should anyone try to take advantage of his rather oblivious boy.

Have at.

[belize_queen]

Belize looks more than a little bit amused. "Whoa there, Robb," he warns, "I don't know what you've been having, but I'd sure like to have the recipe."

Seriously, his friend looks so damn happy, it's kind of hilarious.

[eldeststark]

Robb blinks, a little bit cluelessly. "What I'm having? What do you mean? It's just - been a wonderful couple weeks, that's all." Absolutely wonderful.

We agree. It is totally ridiculous. But kind of adorable?

[belize_queen]

Absolutely adorable, and incredibly amusing.

Belize raises his eyebrows. "... yes, I figured. Care to share the recipe?"

[eldeststark]

...bluuush.

"I," he clears his throat. "I have just been - very happy. With Angelique. I was - I was married, you knew - did you know that?"

He is suddenly very embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I can't remember who I told-"

[belize_queen]

Belize's amused expression sobers considerably.

"... congratulations."

No, you didn't tell me, is the implication.

[eldeststark]

Robb blinks a little, and then looks incredibly ashamed of himself. "Oh - oh. I didn't? I'm so - ser, I have been dishonorable-"

[belize_queen]

"Cut it out, Robb. You've never called me Ser and I'd prefer you didn't now. I'm told it's not a particularly honorific title where you come from anyway."

Yes, a bit clipped.

The shame helps though. A little.

[eldeststark]

Robb flushes even deeper. "What? Of course it is an honorable title - men are not knighted lightly." Or so Robb thinks. Sandor doesn't even bother to respond.

[belize_queen]

"I wouldn't slice people down anyway, so you wouldn't want to knight me." Flatly.

He's a healer, Robb. Just apologize without making it about you and your honor, and it might have chances of getting better.

[eldeststark]

Robb winces, takes a deep breath, and squares his shoulders, lifting his eyes. "I am sorry to have wronged you, and if there is some way I can make it up to you I would - be happy to do so."

[belize_queen]

There. That's much better.

Belize is a bit mollified, and shrugs. "Don't bother - might want to tell me all about it eventually though. Don't suppose anyone took pictures, did they?"

See? Already forgiven.

[eldeststark]

Robb blushes even more heatedly, but he can't help but be curious in spite of his lingering embarrassment. "...took pictures?"

[belize_queen]

Belize all but facepalms. "--- an expression from home. I meant, of the wedding. Memorable... memories."

Oh, great.

[eldeststark]

He blinks a little more. "But - what? I don't get it."

Sorry, Belize. You might have to attempt to explain photography to his now curious, confused looking face.

[belize_queen]

Belize facepalms. "Alright. I'm going to give it a shot - hold on." He wanders over to one of the tables and makes for Robb to follow.