[ She shoots a shocked look up at Sylvain even though the hint of laughter is bright in her own eyes as she leans into him in turn. She knows a gang up on Claude when she sees it - but that doesn't mean that she's willing to accidentally agree to a real hypothetical scenario. ]

Wait, who said anything about we? If they're in his room, I won't be the one responsible for cleaning them up.

[ Said like she was ever responsible for cleaning any of Claude's books up wherever they may have landed. Or like she'll ever be responsible for them even if they might belong to her some day.

Leaning into Sylvain is somewhat short-lived as she shifts her weight back into Claude for the briefest of moments. Mischievous glee sparks in her expression as her lips curl. ]

I do remember someone banning us from the kitchen. It'd be a real shame to let a lovely kitchen like this go to waste. I'd be happy to buy you some books if it means you'll feed us, Sylvain. I might even put one of those books away if I really like the dish.