I trust you more than I trust Viktor. Then again, you both have the same awful habit of getting either grease or ink on your clothing.

[ It's delivered with batted eyelashes and a sweet sharpness that Hilda has perfected over the years mostly out of a need to humble the most inflated of egos. No one was safe, not even those she held near and dear to her heart. That shouldn't come as a surprise to Claude however, especially when what she says is true. It exasperates her to no end that neither of them seemed to care for the state of their clothing. Everyone had flaws though and they could be vastly worse.

Lightly she lays her head against his arm following his lead without complaint. There's a brief hum before she answers him. ]

I'm not sure I have anything in particular.

[ Her trips out here were frequent enough for business on behalf of the Old Public Hall that she knew the city well enough. Then again, that's different than coming here over a weekend for leisure. Or more specifically, a date. That's something she definitely isn't used to and hadn't quite yet wrapped her head around when it came to Claude or Sylvain. This idea that they'd still want to spend time with her apart from one another. Old habits and ways of thinking were difficult to outgrow.

This trip, date, whatever, isn't really for her though and she knows that even if that isn't why Claude had planned all of this to begin with. ]

I'd rather do whatever you wanted. It hasn't been the easiest month for you.