Sansa snorts a little at the image of her with a dozen orphans clinging to her skirts and it's the most unladylike noise. She composes herself and gives him a little smile, a true one.

"Well, I want them to have your nose. Now, the lights? It's something called electricity. I don't really understand it but there's a library full of more books than I've ever seen in my life. I'm sure you could find one that explained it."