[ He might be overly focused on the shoes' well-being given that it's intricately tied to his own health and safety, but Claude's not about to let a chance to stop somewhere pass by without a (minor) fight, impressive wine smuggling happening since that's absolutely noted. In fact, there just might be a small speech ready in favor of stopping anyway - because of course there is, alcohol induced or not - about the merits of trying somewhere new and not letting a banquet stop them.
But then. Then he looks up in time to catch Hilda's look, that all too familiar signal, and then it's far too easy to shift gears. Maybe Sylvain sees it coming, maybe he doesn't, but Claude immediately schools his features into something between distress and woe because the travesty of having no fruit is very, very real and definitely wasn't just a passing whim. ]
Oh c'mon, we're not even back to the inn yet. This place is even closer!
[ And, with one quick maneuver to step right in front of Sylvain since he's not about to be ignored and for Hilda's full entertainment value here as Claude also leans in with grave concern and an expression rivaling a pleading one of her own - ]
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But then. Then he looks up in time to catch Hilda's look, that all too familiar signal, and then it's far too easy to shift gears. Maybe Sylvain sees it coming, maybe he doesn't, but Claude immediately schools his features into something between distress and woe because the travesty of having no fruit is very, very real and definitely wasn't just a passing whim. ]
Oh c'mon, we're not even back to the inn yet. This place is even closer!
[ And, with one quick maneuver to step right in front of Sylvain since he's not about to be ignored and for Hilda's full entertainment value here as Claude also leans in with grave concern and an expression rivaling a pleading one of her own - ]
You wouldn't let down Hilda like that, would you?