Gendry entered the common room. He thought he should at least go to a place where there were people. His family wasn't in the habit of socializing, but it wasn't a bad idea to be nice. It was proper and honorable and all those silly words his father bandied about without really seeming to understand what they meant. It reminded him of a character on his favorite movie, who told the boastful man that he didn't think the word meant what he thought it meant.

Anyway, Gendry shuffled about looking for a seat. He also wished he had a nice cup of hot chicory.