Investigate the commotion

Following the sounds of the ruckus, voices start to become distinguishable from one another, and after a few moments you find yourself in a corridor facing your begrudging mother, Catelyn, and your two sisters, Arya and Sansa, the latter pair red-faced and talking over one another in a flurry of raised voices.

"She took it, Mother - I know she did! She hates that Father gifted me our grandmother's sewing kit and she had nothing" the eldest Stark girl repeated to her mother, her sleek, auburn hair cascading over her shoulders and framing her slender, perfectly formed features that were currently contorted in an grimace of annoyance.

Arya rounded once more on her sister in a storm of anger. "One gods damn more time, I didn't take that stinking, poncy, sewing needle or that stinking, poncy thread!"

Catelyn, up until now silent, raised a hand, quietening her daughters, before saying with obviously **** patience, "Both of you be quiet, and Arya, mind your tone. Arya, go with your sister and help her scour her room for her sewing supplies. If it is not there after you've searched - high and low, mind you - I will ask your father to send out for a replacement. It will be a fruitless waste of time if you have hidden them away though, Arya..." Sansa began to speak, but choked off at a stern glance from her mother, who continued, "so if you are keeping them from your sister, now would be the time to own up and apologise."

You should really interject. Arya had spent much of yesterday, before Theon's Nameday celebrations, with you in the grounds as she had insisted on you showing her a few examples of swordplay. It did, however, sound like something Arya would do to get one over on her older sister. The two Stark girl's feuding was legendary.