-- Seven Heavens and Seven Hells, but there were about three scandals too many buried in so few words. A sudden elevation in her discomfort was evident: reddening cheeks and evasive eyes and she twirled the chalk in her fingers. Dust got all over her palm.

"A-are they kept in your chambers?" Sansa didn't doubt Arya's presence there was little more than brattish mischief. Just as she would never fear for her own integrity were she to ever step inside the same room. But there was protocol to be considered. And, perhaps, a crackle of envy. Why did Arya get to play with huge luxurious mirrors when all she'd want is to tumble through them? That wasn't even how mirrors were meant to be used. She tried to focus on this indignation instead of sparing too much thought for Gendry and his horrendously casual discussion of his backside. Gods.