As soon as he set foot in the door, Arya attached herself to his leg and pouted up at him. It was almost too much for Terin to bear. She had an uncanny way of being terribly adorable and it got her almost anything she wanted. Just looking at her made him want to take her side, but the memory of Arandur's, albeit funny, rage at the frog's in his shoes wouldn't let him.
"She doesn't want us ruining our supper," he countered, trying his best to win a fight he knew he was sure to loose. He'd played this game with his siblings before. He didn't have anyone on his side and so, eventually, he would loose. And while he didn't always object to whatever scheme they were planning, he knew he still had to be the voice of reason for his siblings.
Terin did his best to ignore the blonde babe on his leg, though it was increasingly difficult. With each passing moment he didn't look at her, she seemed to cling tighter and tighter to his leg, jutting her bottom lip out further and further. He almost couldn't take it.
Sellion just laughed at his brother, knowing the struggle he was going through, and went around the table to his side. He clasped a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly, doing his best to give him a "comforting" smile. "You know Mama won't be mad when she sees how happy Arya is with her face covered in pie filling. She won't be able to help laughing at it," he said, attempting to paint a mental picture for him.
Terin closed his eyes at his brother's words, cursing him for ever planting that image in his head. He bit his lower lip lightly, trying to stay true in his resolve, though he could feel himself wavering. Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly and in that exhale his entire body seemed to relax. He'd broken. "Alright," he said, bending over to scoop the blonde girl up and rest her on his hip, "But I get to cut her a piece. She doesn't need to be given the whole thing."