[ Tipsy as he might be, Claude's not so far gone so as to not notice that hesitation from Sylvain. It's a small flutter, the tiniest skip in a rhythm, but then it's smoothed over and the conversation goes on. Better to not call it out, and he's further distracted by the gentle shove to remove his face from Hilda's personal space. ]

Hey, I like my face in one piece, you know.

[ In typical fashion, he's going to immediately undo that protest by pressing an even more obnoxious second kiss to her face to now be at risk for having his being grabbed onto as is wont to happen. A better protest since it doesn't involve talking and getting them potentially hushed, in Claude logic, though he hums as they approach the stairs up to their floor. ]

It would be nice to have some pine needle tea again. I suppose that's what the Horizon's for, but it's not the same.

[ Is he wistful? He's wistful. Only for a few seconds since too much will put a damper on things, and now he glances Sylvain's direction. ]

Hilda's onto something with the other spikey greenery, though. Some of them really would make nice teas if someone sat down to play around with them, and as a bonus no one could've seen coming, I think we both just volunteered ourselves to try them.