We'll have to see what's salvageable or not. All the more reason not to drop them or me then. Or eat them in retaliation.

[ As Sylvain slips behind her, Hilda shoots him a warning look in passing. She doesn't have that short term of a memory where she's forgotten that he's the one who paid for half of the pastries in the first place, but they're still her pastries in her mind.

She shimmies her dress a little further up her hips again before climbing onto Claude's back. It's not completely inelegant, but it definitely doesn't look as graceful as she might think it does in her mind. Her arms slip loosely around his neck as she continues to prattle on. ]

Why not? We tipped them really well, didn't we? [ And then to Claude - ] Okay, I'm on. Don't fall over, please.