[ Having been a part of the Deer house, instances like the one Hilda had set Sylvain up for were a dime a dozen. There was never a shortage of jokes cracked at the expense of others and no one was safe. It was more common that Hilda was in Sylvain's position – ready with a joke in a similar vein. So really, she has no leg to stand on when it comes to chiding him for what he didn't say.

He didn't have to though. Her synapses are firing a little slower than normal, but she fills in the blanks the moment she sees the mischievous glint in his eyes. The look she gives him would be absolutely withering as she tugs on his hair, if it weren't for the lift at the corner of her lips.

In the next beat she's turning to Claude with a gasp as her hand rushes to clamp over his mouth. ]

Stop that! I was not. Did you see the other Summoned?

[ Her other hand immediately takes the place of Claude's where it once was over Sylvain's mouth. Gods it's like trying to wrangle cats with these two. Suddenly she sounds exasperated. The tips of her ears begin to turn a faint pink and she's making a concentrated effort not to look at either of them but specifically Claude. ]

I barely saw the two of you tonight apart from some dancing. I didn't command anything.