There was something of a relieved huff and smile at that assurance that no one was going to be brutally murdered on the field for screwing something up, Sansa was fairly sure she'd seen enough of that to last anyone a lifetime, and she wasn't really expecting that Bucky would enjoy a sport like that either.
Jeering seemed like the most people went to here, shaming someone for something without taking it to the point of abject humiliation. "I think Arya would like the violent ones," Although Sansa did enjoy how involved the crowd seemed to get, yelling in encouragement as people took their positions, getting excited as the balls were hit halfway towards the Heavens and across the park.
Sansa's hand settled into the tufts of Lady's fur, fingers stroking over her head to scratch lightly between her ears as she watched things unfold. "I like things you can rely on, that stay the same as time passes." So much had changed around her, her world completely turned on itself, possibly why she was grateful that Arya and Margaery were the same, "It's like as much as things change, something is there, just as it was."