The floor. Oh man, Gautier. We're really in for it now.

[ There's a gasp preceding this dramatic proclamation as if Hilda's said she's going to make them sleep out in the desert or something that would be actually befitting such a reaction. ]

That's even worse than the hallway! Especially when you think about a nice bed being right there and in plain sight when it's so close and yet so far. That's just cruel.

[ And other such silly protests, all one thousand percent undermined into being something meaningless given that Claude's already kneeling down in anticipation of Hilda hopping on. If there's people behind them he hasn't noticed (and there are, given the parade) they'll just have to go around since he's getting a head start on carrying her. ]

Sylvain's got more pressure on him anyway with holding onto our snacks. What's the plan if he drops them or the tea or both, we send him back to that cafe to replace everything?

[ He's just going to keep the side whispering going and now talk about Sylvain like the man isn't standing there. ]