[sansa's mout htwists in a familiar rueful smile––cattle theft seems a little more complicated than arya's usual mischief, but it's certainly something she would appreciate.]

She would be twelve, now. She was always playing tricks.

[she wants so badly to believe this boy knows her sister...]

We don't look very much alike, I know. She looks more like our father, and I take after our mother.

[if only there was a way to show him...but perhaps there is?? she feels foolish for not thinking of it sooner.]

I have some pictures in my chambers. I could show you, if you don't mind.

[she'd have to leave and come back...she doesn't know very much about videochat etiquette...]