Large jugs of milk, mead, and light, sweet golden wine were also served at the feast. Musicians wandered through the hall, playing flutes and harps.
Gendry's table looked like the children's table. Besides Gendry and Daenerys, there were the married couple Mya Baratheon and Mychel Redfort, as well as Edric Baratheon, Shireen Baratheon, Robert Arryn, and Arya Stark.
"This is good. Helps you grow." When Gendry wasn't drinking wine, he drank milk. That Dorne-flavored dish was quite good.
As Gendry ate, he helped his wife to food.
Daenerys was also clearing away the food before her. She had once lived in luxury, but after the servants ran off with the money, she and Viserys had spent more time in poverty.
"Arya, do you know what flying is?" the small Robert Arryn asked Arya Stark. He wanted to win her favor, but Arya had little interest in him.
"What is flying?" Arya ate in great mouthfuls, and Robert couldn't help envying her appetite.
"It's flying in someone's hands. King Gendry took me flying. Whenever I flew up, he could catch me safely," Robert Arryn said, beaming. "That's flying."
Mya suddenly recalled some things from her past. When she was still a little baby, Robert had liked tossing her into the air. He had looked like Optimus Prime, with such powerful hands, and Mya had felt as though she were flying.
The two of them had laughed and laughed, until she couldn't breathe and tears came to her eyes, making her father laugh all the harder. Mya hadn't been afraid at all. She had known her father would always catch her. Until one day, her father never came back.
Arya looked at Robert Arryn, then glanced at the towering king. The king had those defined muscles, while Sweetrobin was a little chick.