[sansa listens with a faint smile––this one should be pretty familiar. it broadens when vi mentions trusting her as soon as she saw her, and some of the tension eases out of her shoulders. however, when vi mentions drinking––]

I can have wine!

[very mature, sansa. she quickly amends this.]

I like a cup of wine, sometimes, with dinner.

[she definitely doesn't particularly want to go riding...]

I don't want to spend all day in a tavern, though. We have them in Westeros.

[her memories of staying at inns aren't....great...and won't really improve...and she's sure anything in cellar door would be nicer than that, or any of the taverns and pot shops in king's landing she's sure she wouldn't be welcome in.]

I went in the Red and met Madame Generosity. Everyone was very kind, and they gave me cake. I wouldn't mind going again, but I'd like to see what else there is to do before whatever it is that happens to me.