[ That tone, which makes it sound as though she imagines that Arya had some choice around mealtimes when surviving on the streets, makes her scoff out a smile now instead of sending her into a little indignant rage of her own just like it might have all those years ago. Little annoyances like her sister's ladylike sympathies seem like such a silly thing to get upset over, now.

Even if the little flash of defensiveness is still there. ]

I take you don't want to hear about the bugs we had to eat on the road, then.

[ But she actually grins at Sansa as she says it, somehow one of the horrible memories turning, right then in her mind, into something funny she can torture her sister with.

Because the rest of the memories... ]

The brothers? No. [ Another fainter smile. ] I pretended I was a boy. Only one figured it out.