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Yawns and stretches.

“Arya!”

“No he’s not. You just have to get to know him.”

Blinks. “We’ve…chatted a few times.”

Arya has friends?

“Better than young assholes who think they’re God’s gift to this earth.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Every other man I’ve ever met?”

“What you’re children are doing tonight. You’ve upset Arya. Big surprise.”

Sansa’s eyes roll. “While you sit at another table making eyes at the boy behind the bar?”

“Don’t you?” She sighs, her sister could be exhausting, but she loves her. “You could just join me. If you’d like.”

Would happily spend her evening in the company of a “grump.”

“What Arya said. Sorry, dad.”

“Of course you wouldn’t be.” Usually she prefers her solitude, but it is New Year’s Eve.

Blinks. Twice.

This has taken a turn.

It’s New Year’s Eve, Sandor.

“I’ll be sure she doesn’t get in the way. You’ll be nice.”

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