[How can Hilda possibly be offended by anything Constance says when her adorable ears are right there? Or: Hilda doesn't care about her posture, really. What Hilda does care about is someone feeling stifled by ~expectations~, because ooh, boy, if that doesn't sound awfully familiar...]

It's a heavy burden. [Hmm, should she—yes, she should.] You've heard about my brother, right? Everyone expects him to be perfect—and he is! He tries harder than anyone I know. I'm tired just thinking about it.

[Really! Look at how her shoulders are slumping now, Coco. This is an art.]

But even he has to have fun sometimes. Usually when I remind him, [she admits, exasperated—yet clearly fond. Hilda loves her big bro! And Hilda appreciates Constance, which is why she claps her hands together.] So I'm here to remind you, too! Just follow my lead—and finish your drink.

[All of it, ma'am. She is waiting.]