[ Hilda is quick to uncross her legs so it's more comfortable for Claude and her. Absently she plays with some of his hair as the pastries are distributed and offers Sylvain a paper thin answer to his question. ]

Sylvain, we don't really have anything against your bed. It just so happened to be the closest within sitting range. Next time, just don't take the bed closest to the door.

[ She tops it off with a sweet smile of thanks as she reaches for the croissant greedily with both of her hands. After ensuring that one hand is below her croissant to catch any wayward flakes from hitting Claude's face she takes an indulgent bite. A happy, muffled sound soon follows. Never one to speak with a mouthful, her answer comes a beat later once she's swallowed her bite, eyes dancing with laughter. ]

Unless that's Sylvain's way of being greedy. How many compliments is he up to anyway? Am I behind?