anyway. sansa glances sideways at ezra and allows her mouth to tug briefly to one side. it's as close to a wink as she dares. and then it's back to loud, false exuberance:]
You match them, don't you? We used to play a game like that back at Deepwood Motte, except with buttons.
[this is complete nonsense based on what sansa's observed of children playing games at the sanctuary and perhaps a little inspired by the appearance of the chips. deepwood motte is close enough to winterfell that she could plausibly have stayed there and played games with the glover children if called out on it, but doesn't give away her identity like winterfell might. she peers at the chips, garnering a few brief, exasperated looks.]
Are they betting with buttons, now? The boys used to do that when they raced horses together.
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anyway. sansa glances sideways at ezra and allows her mouth to tug briefly to one side. it's as close to a wink as she dares. and then it's back to loud, false exuberance:]
You match them, don't you? We used to play a game like that back at Deepwood Motte, except with buttons.
[this is complete nonsense based on what sansa's observed of children playing games at the sanctuary and perhaps a little inspired by the appearance of the chips. deepwood motte is close enough to winterfell that she could plausibly have stayed there and played games with the glover children if called out on it, but doesn't give away her identity like winterfell might. she peers at the chips, garnering a few brief, exasperated looks.]
Are they betting with buttons, now? The boys used to do that when they raced horses together.
[also fake]