[sansa's mouth curves upwards just a little at the sight of the dragonglass spoon. it reminds her that though they might be on opposite sides of a stupid war, they can still both be on the side of life.

hopefully....]

All our Lore is stored in our spoons. I don't know how much of it came from talking with you. All of it comes from talking with someone, though, or sending messages.

[she hooks her spoon back onto her chatelaine.]

You should know that anybody here could do this. Everyone here knows their letters, and much more besides. Most people here have a trade, and no one wants to work in service. They'll expect you to clean your own quarters and launder your clothes with machines, and you'll have to find your food yourself––your dragon's, too, if you summon her.

You can take lessons for these things here at Amrita Academy, if you like. This place has half a dozen schools like the Citadel, but all for different things. Anyone can study at any of them, and you could even teach classes if you're good enough.

[she smiles faintly.]

Perhaps you could teach people about dragons.

[because somehow this had fallen to her the last time a dragon came through from her world, and she would really rather leave it to the experts next time.]