[ Fishing has always been something she enjoys, something she can get lost in. Dressed like an Eskimo, she has a line and some bait, not intending to share her company and pausing when she realizes someone's there. And then she realizes that someone is Theon who her mother described in amazing, horrifying detail.

It's hard not to know who he is. But even still, Bree makes her way over - close, but not so far in his space that it's uncomfortable and starts to work on getting her hook baited. ]

There's no forgetting something like this. It's like riding a bicycle. Once you learn, it's always there.

[ She looks over, offers a very small smile at him, then turns back to what she's doing. ]

I've never done this on ice before, though.