[Mat is a frequent visitor to the banquet hall. It's one of his favorite places in the castle, on the level as the bathing rooms. It's a luxury the likes of which he could never dream!
He notes the banner posted, puzzling over it a bit. What nonsense is this? As much as he has weighing on him, he's curious. And as he is excellent at hiding his feelings and appearing as though all is well, he decides to investigate. The 'man in red' isn't hard to find....]
That's not a pie, friend.
[It wasn't what Mat intended, but it's the first thing out of his mouth. He knows pies. He knows what pies look like. This? Is not a pie. It's like a pie's sloppy, naked, disinherited cousin.]
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He notes the banner posted, puzzling over it a bit. What nonsense is this? As much as he has weighing on him, he's curious. And as he is excellent at hiding his feelings and appearing as though all is well, he decides to investigate. The 'man in red' isn't hard to find....]
That's not a pie, friend.
[It wasn't what Mat intended, but it's the first thing out of his mouth. He knows pies. He knows what pies look like. This? Is not a pie. It's like a pie's sloppy, naked, disinherited cousin.]