[ Claude throws his hands up in the air, still feigning anything resembling exasperation when it's anything but. The tent is fine! Most likely. It's secure, at any rate, which is really like half of the battle, isn't it? Either way, he's not worrying about it as he approaches where Hilda's setting up and Sylvain's now waving a piece of bacon in Khurshid's direction. ]

Look, I'm not going to protest the stars either. They might happen to be one of my favorite things, after all.

[ He's also absolutely going to take this moment to cheerfully wrap an arm around Hilda's shoulders for the sake of leaning down to leave an obnoxious kiss on her cheek while reaching with the other hand to take the chairs from her. After releasing her he waves a hand to the chair set up for Sylvain to take a seat - birthday boy privileges, after all, and that comes with a kiss on the cheek for the other man, too - and busies himself with the rest of the chairs. One for Hilda next, of course.

Khurshid, meanwhile, stopped his goal of confetti-ing the desert to keep a careful watch on that bacon and swoops down from the tree to perch on Sylvain's shoulder. There's an expectant trill afterwards for that snack, though a small crease of thought appears between his brows. ]

I dunno about a diet since he's eating just fine, but - I would've thought he'd be a little bigger by now since it's been a year. He's still about the same size as when we found him, though now he can flap around short distances.