See, Hilda's onto something there. Hot food helps you out, Gautier. Now's your time to consider drinking all the hot tea you can get.

[ That might be stretching the truth a little considering it might apply more to spices than tea, but he's not going to say no to a chance to further complicate Sylvain's life when Hilda's provided him the ammunition with which to do it. Especially not when she's cuddled up to him and he turns enough to press an obnoxious kiss to what he can reach of her cheek or possibly temple in thanks, but any teasing of Sylvain gets passed up abruptly (for now) when the rest of what she's said clicks. ]

And that idea about creating your own tea is a good one. Only give us the best kinds, though, we're particular.

[ If he had a free hand as they climb up the inn's steps to head inside, one might get the impression he would've added some kind of gesture here to underscore both the good idea and being particular. ]

I can find some plants for you to use if you'd like, and I bet Hilda knows where to find some other ingredients.