"It's closed! It's terrible!"
Sansa opened the bedroom door violently and entered, barely falling against Arya and Nymeria, sat and spread out on the floor with a pile of socks and their drawer.
"San! What's up?"
"My hairdresser! It's closed, I cannot dye my hair."
"They are perfect." Arya picked up a purple cotton sock and rummaged inside the pile to find its mate. "Nymeria, have you eaten also this one?" She asked her wolf, who put a paw over his eyes. Arya throw the sock into the basked, resigned.
"Not at all," Sansa insisted, "look at my roots."
She kneeled beside Arya and parted her hair with her fingers to show her sister an invisible two millimetres difference of shade.
"Joffrey will dump me if he sees me in such a mess!"
"That boy is a complete prick."
"Arya, don't insult my fiancée! He's so handsome and charming I must be always perfect for him. his mother is a true beauty queen."
Arya grunted, she disapproved all Joffrey's family, especially his fat drunken father. The only acceptable person was Uncle Tyrion, with his sharp mind.
"Anyway, it's all closed, there's a pandemic! Have you forgotten it?"
Sansa's voce reached a feverish pitch.
"I do need my hairdresser!"
Ned's voice from the ground floor of Stark mansion asked the girls to lower their voices.
"No way, dye it at home. I'll ask Jaqen to buy your nuance."
"Why your boyfriend? Can't we go shopping you and me together? We can see the new spring collection, I need a …"
Arya stood up, she was a head shorter that her big sister but she went on tiptoe to look at Sansa in the eyes.
"All shops are closed, except for food and medicines. I'm smart working and Jaqen cannot, so on his way back home he'll buy groceries and Nym's organic food, too. Only a member in each family is allowed to do the shopping. It is very important. Cousin Jon's fiancée, the health minister Targaryen, has been categorical about the risks. "
Jaqen was so kind to stop at the local supermarket every evening to buy food for Catelyn's intolerance, Ned's diet and the boys' impressive hunger. Arya wanted to point out Joffrey showed no desire at all to help the Starks - he barely called Sansa and declared he had to remain home for precaution – but it was useless, Sansa was completely lost in love with the blond boy and Arya resigned.
She and cousin Jon had made a bet, she was sure the betrothal would last for a few months only.
"So tell me if you want it or not." Arya lifted her phone, ready to call her reliable man.
"Lovely girl, how are you?"
"We're fine, Jaqen. Where are you?"
"A surveillance for the Baratheon family, suspected wife's infidelity."
Arya repressed a loud laugh, only one of the Baratheon brothers was married, and the wife was Joffrey's perfect mother.
"I'll be home in two hours, lovely girl, can I help you?"
"Please add to the list what I'll text you for Sansa and a pair of new purple socks for me. You know my size."
"Whatever you want. See you for dinner."
Jaqen H'ghar closed the call and smiled, his Arya was full of surprises and he wanted to take her away for a romantic week end as soon as the quarantine was off. Meanwhile, he noticed the beautiful blond woman in a sportive open car he was paid to control was crossing the automatic gate of a suburban villa.
Something wasn't right, it was her twin brother's address.
He needed Arya's opinion about it, he needed her help soon, if his suspicion was true it would be a big scandal in town.
This pandemic was having strange effects indeed.