Nah, there's been plenty of stuff I've failed on the first, second, or even later try. Magic being one of them, as I'm sure you remember. It's truly a miracle Teach didn't give up on me.
[ Or that Lysithea didn't incinerate him for not taking any of it seriously, but Claude doesn't think he needs to say that aloud for both of them to know it's true. Also a given at any time and literally at any moment, what with how he'd liked to test her patience whenever possible. Dwelling on that for too long will take away from what he's trying to tell Hilda - which is more about all the times he'd tried to figure out spells while Teach looked at him blankly.
The sniff is enough to make him pause again before saying anything else, and the quick glance which doesn't quite hide the tears forming even as she turns the topic to the paints. Mostly. It's not enough to keep a softer smile than most people see from forming on his face even as the merchant shifts to looking expectant over the matter of being paid. ]
You'd probably better add a couple more into that since I think these paints are a more than fair trade.
[ There's a smile on his face for that since: on one hand it's true, and on the other that doesn't really scratch the surface. Of this, of something deeper, of something Claude's not looking at too closely when he leans over to press a kiss to her temple. A quick one considering afterwards he reaches for his coin purse to dole out the payment requested - one slightly lower than he was expecting which causes a slight glance of suspicion from him.
The merchant offers nothing but a smile, and then there's a bag with the jars inside handed over to them. Claude takes it to hold onto since Hilda still has the beads to carry as they step away to let another customer forward for a purchase. ]
Let's see... beads, paints... anything else I need to help redeem myself further while we're here?
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[ Or that Lysithea didn't incinerate him for not taking any of it seriously, but Claude doesn't think he needs to say that aloud for both of them to know it's true. Also a given at any time and literally at any moment, what with how he'd liked to test her patience whenever possible. Dwelling on that for too long will take away from what he's trying to tell Hilda - which is more about all the times he'd tried to figure out spells while Teach looked at him blankly.
The sniff is enough to make him pause again before saying anything else, and the quick glance which doesn't quite hide the tears forming even as she turns the topic to the paints. Mostly. It's not enough to keep a softer smile than most people see from forming on his face even as the merchant shifts to looking expectant over the matter of being paid. ]
You'd probably better add a couple more into that since I think these paints are a more than fair trade.
[ There's a smile on his face for that since: on one hand it's true, and on the other that doesn't really scratch the surface. Of this, of something deeper, of something Claude's not looking at too closely when he leans over to press a kiss to her temple. A quick one considering afterwards he reaches for his coin purse to dole out the payment requested - one slightly lower than he was expecting which causes a slight glance of suspicion from him.
The merchant offers nothing but a smile, and then there's a bag with the jars inside handed over to them. Claude takes it to hold onto since Hilda still has the beads to carry as they step away to let another customer forward for a purchase. ]
Let's see... beads, paints... anything else I need to help redeem myself further while we're here?