Yeah, but I never visualized it as literal bread and salt.  "Bread and salt" comes up a lot in the books usually during feasts but a platter of crusty bread chucks with dipping salt is never mentioned.

That was AWESOME.  He casually sits down with that smirk and his arm on display just waiting for Cat to put it together.

GRRM is from New Jersey, I believe.  I wouldn't worry about it.

I guess tragedy is all a matter of perspective, right?

What are you gonna do with all your gold when the Long Night comes?  Are you going to use it to bribe the White Walkers?

Man, you're still on this?  I'm pretty sure that weeks ago back in the expert thread we established how misguided your impression of show Robb was.

@avclub-1df8797177fc3b52be6784aacca7358c:disqus I meant what is wrong with whoever though that promo was a good idea.  I agree about the show.

Their trained warriors.  It seems to me that you wouldn't want soldiers that can only fight in formation.  In a tough battle, formations are going to split apart and it would suck if the second that happened your army lost.

I like the Newsrooms, but goddamn that was so pretentious that I had to FF through it.  What is wrong with people?

Whenever it happens I say, "Down with beets, and long live Ser Pounce-a-lot."

That's exactly what fetus Ned Stark said.

OMG, I'm totally doing that tonight when my GF gets home and we watch it.  I've already been saying that ironically for years, anyway.

"They killed my king and his whole party."

Bolton's really a tee-totaller.  He wasn't not drinking the wine because he didn't want to get drunk.  He's basically Westeros's equivalent to a new-age health nut.

I loved seeing that.  Awesome shout out to book readers.  He even had a giant mustache.

They don't even need CGI because obviously they'll ditch the giant stag he rides on and his face is mostly covered in layers of clothing.  They can slap some white and black makeup on his hands, dress him in rags and BOOM: Coldhands.

Roose Bolton was my favorite one of Robb's bannermen.  Goddamn it, I felt like he'd betrayed me also.

The sense of extreme wrongness emanating off the pages was so strong when I first read it, I had to put the book down and then was literally afraid to go finish that chapter.  Every single time some not awful happened to them, Walder being nice, offering a pretty daughter to Edmure, and giving them nice rooms to stay…

It was kind of funny that it was literally just a platter of bread chunks with course salt to dip it in.  I don't remember that in the book, I just remember then being fed and the whole "bread and salt" thing being symbolic.

The face she made when she realized she was being stabbed to death is some awfully haunting stuff.  At least for me it is.