[ Claude has the same reaction to being told they could've asked, like it'd ever be that simple, that Hilda does. Her question right back is the best response by far; there's no use in repeating something even if he has a feeling Sylvain's likely to repeat it again like it makes any sense at all.
He's not falling for the mention of the door either and waves a hand in a dismissive gesture. The doors are clearly frozen over, and if Sylvain's really interested? That explanation can follow when they're done with this particular topic first. ]
Along with that, you're still trying to say you're fine in not so many words. Or like we don't have experience dealing with evasive people, and lots of it.
[ With a motion of his hand first to Hilda, then to himself as the cause for that experience even if it doesn't need to be stated, and then he leaves both hands propped on his waist rather than crossing his arms even though it's tempting to do so.
But Claude also has the feeling they're approaching pushing their luck a bit when they're both familiar with Sylvain's brand of avoiding something, so he turns his gaze to the garden beds. A moment later, he leans down to pick up one of the seedlings not yet transplanted and then eyes the soil. Time for a brief interlude into something else for a little disarming, with any luck. ]
Speaking of help. If you want these herbs to do well, don't plant them by the other ones or you'll be back out here planting new ones sooner than you'd probably like.
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He's not falling for the mention of the door either and waves a hand in a dismissive gesture. The doors are clearly frozen over, and if Sylvain's really interested? That explanation can follow when they're done with this particular topic first. ]
Along with that, you're still trying to say you're fine in not so many words. Or like we don't have experience dealing with evasive people, and lots of it.
[ With a motion of his hand first to Hilda, then to himself as the cause for that experience even if it doesn't need to be stated, and then he leaves both hands propped on his waist rather than crossing his arms even though it's tempting to do so.
But Claude also has the feeling they're approaching pushing their luck a bit when they're both familiar with Sylvain's brand of avoiding something, so he turns his gaze to the garden beds. A moment later, he leans down to pick up one of the seedlings not yet transplanted and then eyes the soil. Time for a brief interlude into something else for a little disarming, with any luck. ]
Speaking of help. If you want these herbs to do well, don't plant them by the other ones or you'll be back out here planting new ones sooner than you'd probably like.