[L knows a far more somber version of Sansa. While she has her moments of lighter humor, he doesn't know that he's ever heard her giggle.

He feels an impulse to let her have what happiness she can muster. If that means providing for a housemate, who is he to say no?]

Magic box?

[Very dangerous, in the hands and minds of some. Point in case...]

I don't suppose you could get it to produce some tiramisu with eighteen sugar cubes and a side of espresso with whipped cream?