"Might have punctured a lung, if he had a lung. Most trees don't, as a rule."
The pillow struck the wall and burst, scattering stuffing everywhere just as Dolorous Edd
Tollett poked his head through the door. Beg pardon, he said, ignoring the flurry of feathers, shall I fetch mlord some breakfast? Corn, cried the raven. Corn, corn. Roast raven, Jon suggested. And half a pint of ale. Having a steward fetch and serve for him still felt strange; not long ago, it would have been him fetching breakfast for Lord Commander Mormont. Three corns and one roast raven, said Dolorous Edd. Very good, mlord, only Hobbs made boiled eggs, black sausage, and apples stewed with prunes. The apples stewed with prunes are excellent, except for the prunes. I wont eat prunes myself. Well, there was one time when Hobb chopped them up with chestnuts and carrots and hid them in a hen. Never trust a cook, my lord. Theyll prune you when you least expect it.