[ Hilda definitely isn't trying to force Sylvain's hand in paying for this. It's clear from her dress and the way it hugs her is that there's no room for hidden pockets, even for coins. There's a moment where she foresees them dashing out of there with the food - before slapping that idea down because even this tipsy version of her brain knows how awful that would be.

But she was also really looking forward to eating that croissant. Adoration towards Sylvain's very heroic statement suddenly turns to panic. ]

No, no!

[ Her eyes go wide and her hand quickly darts out towards the employee who's already reaching into the box to return the meat pies back into the case. Their own eyes meet Hilda's and they seem to visibly gulp, the meat pie hovering in their tongs as her eyes dart back to Sylvain. ]

Then what are you going to eat? You can't just pay for everything and not have something. Then Claude and I are going to be eating alone and that's not the point of this.

[ Her eyes return to the employee, suddenly looking incredibly fierce. ] You can put the fruit tarts back and keep the meat pies. [ She seems to realize a beat later that the request had come out angrier than she had intended. A sugary sweet smile complete with fluttering eyelashes dissolves the expression in an instant. ]

Please. [ The employee tries to smile - but it comes across as a grimace before nodding and doing as they're asked. ] I know you two won't eat those anyway.