[Hilda has long since learned that it doesn't do her any good to ask how Claude always seems to be in the right place at the right time; the Master Tactician just... has his ways, she supposes, and yet she still shoots him an obviously amused look. Keeping a close eye on the younglings, hmm... tsk, tsk...

But two can play that game, because guess who also has fun information to share!]

A hug! No wonder she seemed so annoyed when she stopped by my room to borrow perfume. She said that hers was... oh, how did she put it... [Insert a thoughtful, if dramatique, pause here.] ...Completely ineffective? Something like that, anyway.

[And across the room, Lysithea suddenly sneezes—no, no. Their quiet conversation continues, even as Hilda tilts her head to the side and brazenly studies Cyril. It's not like he's going to notice; he's far too focused on the lady in front of him. Imagining them holding hands... cute, but...]

Do you think he's ever held a girl's hand before? And be honest.