[ Her eyes glint with some level of satisfaction. Except can it be considered an easy win when it had been perhaps a fairly obvious answer? Maybe she shouldn't read into it too much. A win is a win.
The question as to what he flies still remains to be seen, but before she can ask him he's already turn the subject back towards her. Thankfully watching him struggle with the butterflies flapping in his face is both amusing while providing some time to think about what hint to give. ]
I enjoy making things.
[ Is that too obvious? Too broad? It feels about on par with what he had given her.
Her amusement is short-lived as one of his swats is successful. A butterfly goes flying right towards her face. Hilda barely has time to dodge it before turning to look at him with a look that clearly says, What the fuck? If the hint doesn't jog anything, the glare might. ]
no subject
The question as to what he flies still remains to be seen, but before she can ask him he's already turn the subject back towards her. Thankfully watching him struggle with the butterflies flapping in his face is both amusing while providing some time to think about what hint to give. ]
I enjoy making things.
[ Is that too obvious? Too broad? It feels about on par with what he had given her.
Her amusement is short-lived as one of his swats is successful. A butterfly goes flying right towards her face. Hilda barely has time to dodge it before turning to look at him with a look that clearly says, What the fuck? If the hint doesn't jog anything, the glare might. ]