[ She'll still be going back. If she can't win her way back into the hearts of a disgruntled employee, who could? Besides, if the croissants looked as good as they tasted, she couldn't just go to another bakery to get them. They wouldn't be the same! But then again, cafe hunting doesn't seem like such an awful idea either.

Hilda nestles her head snug into the crook of Claude's neck, lightly breathing in the faint smell of pine. There's a similarly fond smile on Hilda's face that is part reminiscing and partly pleased at the fact that she's being carried up to her room instead of walking herself. ]

I thought I heard something about how drinking something hot when it's hot is supposed to cool you down. And you know, if the tea blends aren't up to your noble standards [ She says it teasingly giving him a grin. ] you could just make some yourself.