It must be comforting to the bombee to know the bomber had a moral doubt.

Plucky old Walder Frey gathers his family for a feast and toasts to their massacre of the Stark family. He compliments their bravery in stabbing a pregnant woman and her fetus to death. As every last Frey man swigs their special wine, Walder hypes the cunning it took to invite guests into your home and ambush them. But then things take a turn, the men starting to keel over as Walder seems to admonish them for leaving certain threads hanging. At last the room is empty but for Arya Stark, holding Walder Frey’s face, and a couple girls she leaves alive to spread the legend. “Winter came for House Frey.”

His eyes went to his book and stayed there long enough to finish a paragraph. He dog-eared it and put it down.

The teacher reminded us to always start the food pyramid with the plants on the bottom.