Hey, no tents are getting destroyed here! I wouldn't say no to the stars, though only because we're doing that on purpose. You both know I'm looking forward to that later since we'll get a good view out here.

[ Claude's ignoring the supposed balcony threat entirely since it's not like he hasn't (voluntarily) slept out there a few times, and besides that, he meant it about the tent being fine. It's totally fine! At least enough so that by the time Hilda calls out Claude has the canvas framing over a couple of the supports. Just a little bit more and it'll stand up - enough to get the rest figured out, anyway. Memorizing those instructions that Khurshid's occupied with happily shredding away based on the occasional noise of crunching paper coming from the tree overhead was absolutely the right plan.

From where he is Claude peers towards the fire and the pan Sylvain's rescued since he agrees with that assessment based on what he can see: it looks as delicious as ever. ]

Breakfast looks great, Hilda, and it will be because you've made it. Just like always.