Arya walked in, Nymeria trotting beside her as she gave a quick respectful bow to Sansa.
"Your grace," she said politely. "I have been wracking my brains trying to come up with what I felt is a suitable gift for the Queen of the North. Given the strange land we are in with these strange powers, I believe I finally found a suitable solution. A perfect one, actually. Before I bring it out, do you want to hazard a guess at what it may be?"