[ They haven't known each other long enough for Hilda to see the temper (and hopefully she never has to be on the receiving end of it), but Hilda knows a mother and what a mother's love can stir up. She keeps her own thoughts to herself, but there is the hint of a smile hidden in the corner of her mouth.

Quietly she tucks the notebook back into her bag, thoughts about how she'll go about making Claire's necklace beginning to swirl in her mind, before turning back to their task at hand. ]

I think we'll have these kits ready to go soon! [ There's a pleased tone to her voice, clearly a little proud that they had accomplished what they had set out to do. ] Thank you so much for helping, Claire. I don't think I could have got it done without you.