[ The mention of an organization piques her interest but she figures there's plenty of time to pester and ask after it later. Seeing the warm quality of Urianger's lips as he speaks to both Thancred and Himeka warms Hilda's heart; it's nice to see him speaking to something he cares for especially after everything he'd been through.

She nods, nudging her chair a little closer to the bedside and pulls out her sketchbook. Most of the pages are filled with her designs for her jewelry endeavours but she flips by them to a fresh page. ]

I met her onboard that ship we all had to go on for the negotiations during one of the art classes. She was showing me how to draw popotos? [ She's still uncertain if those are the equivalent of potatoes, but she can only assume so. ] Anyway, they looked a lot like this.