Hey! [ There's a word of protest as not one, but both of them tug on locks of her hair. Her hands swat playfully at the pair of them and giving Sylvain a gentle hip bump. Claude is just lucky he's on the other side of the counter. A fake pout paints her face. ] I said I'd offer to pay too!

[ The night of the gala is a hazy, soft glow but she fully recalls almost not being able to pay for anything at the bakery because she had left her purse behind. For what it's worth she had gone back the next morning before they left for Cadens to drop off a huge tip so she felt absolved in her behaviour. To say she's determined not to let that happen this time around is an understatement.

At the sight of the Look from Claude, Hilda skitters around to the other side of the counter to his side, looping her arm through his and shooting Sylvain an eerily similar expression to the one on Claude's face. ]

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