[Get off his couch, schemer. He's putting up No Hildas Allowed signs ASAP. Hildas do not interact. He drops his hand with a huff, indignant, and looks over at... the kitchen. Anything but Hilda!!]
Nothing— [Nothing-that-concerns-you, specifically, but that's as good as saying it directly. He waves a hand, like he's totally casual and dismissing this. Casually.] If you must know, I had some tea.
[This is not untrue, so let him have this. Tea, Hilda.]
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Nothing— [Nothing-that-concerns-you, specifically, but that's as good as saying it directly. He waves a hand, like he's totally casual and dismissing this. Casually.] If you must know, I had some tea.
[This is not untrue, so let him have this. Tea, Hilda.]