No one ever talks about it, but I adore how once Dunk is seated at table in the Baratheon tent, Raymun actually serves him as a Squire does a Knight. Dunk, of course, wouldn't expect it, though it's the natural order of things in their world.
Gosh, I just love that sweet Apple Boy, always so kind to our Dunk, really his truest friend. No agenda, just 'are you hungry?'
and 'come have some cider' and 'here, I bought back your horse because you're the best fellow I've ever known and you deserve some kindness after everything you've had to endure'. Oh, and 'hey, by the way, I'll back you up against that evil Targ princeling who's beating up women AND I'd be happy to hazard my life to defend yours and your honor, Dunk'. With no hesitation whatsoever.
And of course there's, 'Prince Maekar can bloody well stuff it, you goons are gonna have to go through ME to get to my bestie'.
Seriously, why aren't we talking about and loving on Ser Raymun Fossoway more, the only real winner at Ashford Meadow and Ser Duncan's unlooked for best friend, who recognized the diamond in the rough that Dunk always was and treated him accordingly?
















