Well, we'll do something a bit simple then, all right? I'll sing and we won't trouble Horatio unless he wants to join in of his own accord, all right?

( Sansa is quite comfortable singing, after all, and anything to take the focus off her companion seems a good idea at the moment. She starts singing a song she'd sung as a child at Winterfell, a silly little song about a tailor and a mouse. She has a high, clear soprano voice; she's always been a bit proud of it. It's easy to join in and after a while, some of the children start singing the chorus along with her. Once she's finished, she claps her hands a bit. )

Now, that was quite wonderful. I won't be able to instruct you in Craft quite like Lady Sheera but do all of you know how to vanish and call forth objects? I always have a bit of trouble with my shoes, you see, and if you'd help me learn it, I would certainly appreciate it.

( She looks to Horatio, gently inquisitive. )

Have you any insights about the finer points of basic Craft? I really do need all the help I can get. I'm quite hopeless.