[ Sylvain casts Claude a wink before tugging back one side of his coat, where there were now a pair of flasks tucked in the inner pockets. Not even noticeable from the outside. It was an old trick from their school days, actually, back when he'd snuck unto some of the taverns in town. Or needed to slip something more potent into one of the dull school events.

Although when Hilda admits she's still hungry and Claude goes on about the food as well, he stops in the middle of the sidewalk and casts them both an exasperated look. ]

If you two are still hungry, why are you leaving the party? Do we need to go back? Because I am not walking all the way back to the inn just for you both to decide you're still feeling peckish.