[ Hilda's gaze is all but affixed on the enticing displays of pastries. It's so late! Why are there still so many? She can't recall it now in this moment, but at some point tomorrow she'll remember that this is a 24 hour café. Where was one of these in Fodlan? She'd never have to fend for herself again in the middle of the night.
Sylvain is absolutely correct in knowing that she wants nothing to do with a meat pie at this hour. Those fruit tarts though... ]
Those two, please! [ She points to the last two sitting pretty in a cake stand and at this point she's eating with her eyes not her stomach. They aren't just fruit, but maybe Claude will take a chance on them. The café employee gives her what is more of a grimace but nods, before bustling off to collect their order leaving the trio to their own devices. And that's when another thought dawns on her, eyes going a little wide as she lowers her voice. ]
One of you brought some money, right? Because I didn't.
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Sylvain is absolutely correct in knowing that she wants nothing to do with a meat pie at this hour. Those fruit tarts though... ]
Those two, please! [ She points to the last two sitting pretty in a cake stand and at this point she's eating with her eyes not her stomach. They aren't just fruit, but maybe Claude will take a chance on them. The café employee gives her what is more of a grimace but nods, before bustling off to collect their order leaving the trio to their own devices. And that's when another thought dawns on her, eyes going a little wide as she lowers her voice. ]
One of you brought some money, right? Because I didn't.