[This is so endearing? Has Hilda ever been more endeared in her life? When it comes to Lorenz, the answer is probably no... and thus her small, knowing smile only widens as she hums. Tea! "Some" tea.]

A lot of tea. You were gone all night...

[Implying that Hilda was, in fact, in his apartment all night, but details.]

Well, if you're not full from drinking all that tea, you should go to brunch with me! You can tell me about your favorite blends. [Ahem. But as she looks down at her watch, pretending to Think:] Or I could call someone else, if you're too tired?

[Does she need to say the name of the person they both know she'll call? 😇😇😇]