"I'm fiiine," Arya lamented with a heavy sigh, knowing she should be more adult about this. She drew herself out of the hug and towards Twinkies. Sugar fixed almost everything. "It's just- we were going to go away for the weekend but he had to cancel." She jammed an entire Twinkie into her mouth so that when she spoke it was a little obscured (intentionally) by the cake. "He has to go to the opera on Saturday with his wife."