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[ Sylvain is just rolling his eyes at the both of them, but he's had just enough alcohol to find this fairly hilarious instead. ]

You're both lucky I like you so much. [ He informs the pair of them as he turns towards the café Hilda is now pointing at over one of his shoulders, following Claude's lead as they cross the street. The place is brightly lit despite the hour, no doubt catching those wandering home from the feast in just this way.

He doesn't actually mind. He's not sure he's ready for tonight to end just yet.

Once inside, he lets Hilda slide down his back until she can stand on her own two feet, but he keeps his arms around her until he's sure she has her balance. Then he straightens up once more to survey their options in here. ]

Alright. So what do you guys want? Let's avoid platter smuggling unless absolutely necessary.