[ Hilda doesn't know where Waffle gets his daring from. It could be that he's still young and plucky, or it could be that he's trying to impress her and fulfill her wish to win this particular bet. Playing chicken and pulling a somewhat risky maneuver definitely wasn't something that they had ever run drills for - but maybe they should be after this. Not that she wants to be flattened like a pancake against the wall of the aerie; if smells and sensations are real, being hurt is probably just as real too. It would really just be for these scenarios.

She lets out a cheer which is closely followed by Waffle's triumphant roar as he skitters into the aerie before quickly making room for Adelheid. Waffle nips playfully at his fellow wyvern, practically preening as Hilda slides off to throw her arms around his neck and press a kiss to him. ]

You did so good - who taught you to do something risky like that? [ Her scold isn't really that and Waffle seems to know it too, something akin to a cheeky look appearing in his eyes. Instead of acknowledging Claude first however, she rushes over to Adelheid to give her a big hug too. ] You too. We'll race the both of you again any time.

[ When she finally turns to face her friend, she taps a finger thoughtfully to her chin. But then, perhaps worryingly for Claude, the telltale look of her having him right where she wants him glimmers in her eyes. ]

I'm going to save them for another time. All that racing made me thirsty - what do you say to some tea?