[ Hilda could have guessed just by looking at Ciri and Sephiroth that they were both athletic in a way she wasn't which was great for several reasons which included looking at them in their respective beach wear and that they were playing a sport.

But if she had been thinking more clearly about what their athleticism meant, then she would have come to the conclusion that in order to win a paid dinner, she was either going to have to work very hard during this game, or contribute the bare minimum. And while she would have vastly preferred the latter, it is sadly turning into a lot of the former. ]

But that's going to hurt.

[ Her whine in response is immediate, but in the split second that the ball flies into the air, Hilda knows that she can't just let it drop. Not when there's a dinner at stake. With no choice, Hilda leaps up to meet the ball midair, her hand connecting with the volleyball hard, as per Sephiroth's demand.

It's sent rocketing down, not into the sand, but one of their opponent's faces and there's immediately a cry of pain as the volleyball goes bouncing off into a different court. Who was this going to hurt again? ]

Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that! Does anyone have some ice? [ And then with a grimace - ] Sephi, why did you tell me to hit it that hard?!