[ As she tucks herself into his side Claude resettles his arm to keep her even closer yet while they survey the scene before them. The supplies can wait a minute or even longer since there's another distraction yet.

It's familiar pleading Hilda turns on him. A routine he's seen so many times before he's lost hope of ever counting how many there've been as the full force of her pleading gets turned on him to solve the packing issue. All that's missing are a bit of tears, Claude thinks fondly, since it's not like he's immune to this either even if it's evenly split on going with it or winding her up more to undo the effect.

It's why it takes him no longer than a blink of an eye to decide what it'll be this time as he looks back at her with far too much affection. ]

Of course... [ gets murmured as he leans down to kiss just her pouting bottom lip. It'd sound like acceptance if Claude left it there - if he didn't also have something important to add even as he lingers for a second like in one of their more romantic moments like he's not about to upend this tiny one seconds later with - ] ... I'd believe that if I hadn't watched you take even harder hits and walk it off.

[ He'd stayed close for a reason, and this is it: to flash her a grin which says he knows exactly what danger he's risking before it's followed with another quick it's and spinning out of their shared grasp. Claude's under no illusions he's not risking getting sassed back - or more - as he bends down to pick up a crate. ]

C'mon, it'll take no time at all with the two of us!