[ There's a highly exaggerated grumble of discontent from Claude over the notion either of them could be blamed for any of it - especially not when experimenting is half the fun of working with plants. Something he's determined for Sylvain even if it takes some prodding to get there much like it has with some of Hilda's jewelry; some might call it simply being annoying, but Claude likes to think that just makes it all the more effective.

As such, he's nodding along with everything Hilda's said including confirmation of where the room is and that he's not going to keep them from being let in somewhere unlike the earlier coin purse prank. ]

I have one of the keys, I think. [ Given that his hands aren't free, that comes with an entirely vague head motion that in mildly drunk logic means he's nodded to his pocket where he'd tucked it away when leaving, and one that says he entirely expects both Hilda and Sylvain to read his mind when no other explanation is forthcoming. ] Hey, Hilda. What do you say we set up this picnic in Sylvain's bed? I'm pretty sure he'd appreciate that.