"Exactly like," Sansa agrees, nodding. What she understands by a show may not be quite what Luna means, but she still has a clear sense of it as show, as pageantry. People like to cheer for their champions, she would tell Luna, if she weren't trying to keep up her appearance of ignorance. It doesn't matter who is fastest, or strongest, or even who wins. People cheer for the one who captures their imagination. They cheer for the Knight of Flowers, not for the Mountain, no matter who wins in the lists.

But she doesn't feel safe saying any of that - she's grasped the fact that the Capitol has ears everywhere, and she isn't about to risk jeopardising her carefully-built persona by appearing too calculating - so she just smiles and nods and sips her tea. "They're very kind. And very good, to care for us so well. I think it's only just that we try to give them a good show in return, don't you?"