[ There's a vague wave of his hand here, a gesture meant to second what Hilda's said since he's in total agreement and also too busy chewing. Also maybe trying to limit the crumbs actually falling on the bedspread beneath him, but that's a plan he gives up on when it means pulling away from Hilda's hand in his hair far too often. It's hardly but a second at a time, but that doesn't mean he wants to miss out on any of it.

Anyway. With one well-enjoyed bite out of the way, there's nothing to do but keep talking, of course. ]

If we're talking outright compliments... [ and he might be eying Sylvain with an extremely amused look here, if only because he can imagine what's going to be said if he doesn't clarify - ] ...nah, you're still way ahead of him, Hilda. I don't think you have to worry about not being in first place any time soon.

[ Claude reaches back haphazardly and it takes a couple tries before he finally manages to land that hand on her leg to pat it. Or it was going to be a pat but he ends up leaving it there for the added contact, then uses one leg to nudge Sylvain's (sort of) to really make maximum use of his sprawled out position. ]

But don't worry, we'll get you caught up eventually.