Sansa has to laugh. It's not the way she would have done things at all. She'd have gone from stall to stall, politely buying a sample from each vendor, and would have ended up spending the rest of her marks at the one she liked best. Molly's version is a bit more boisterous but possibly wastes less time.

"Well, I suppose we ought to give her the chance to show us what she has," she says, letting herself be pulled along. "I really regret we don't have tieflings in Westeros if they're all like you."