[Being (mostly) genuine is, in fact, key, hence Hilda's eager nodding—that gradually, you know. Slows to a stop, because ah, Coco. Dear Coco. In some ways, flirtiness is just... an innate ability? Hilda is fairly good at reading people, and thus she's fairly good at tweaking her approach to capture their attention—but how in the world does one explain that! Whew. Better to stick with the absolute basics, she thinks.]

You're worrying way too much, [she says, bluntly but not unkindly.] Try only thinking about the person you're trying to compliment. What will make them happy? You want to make them feel like the most important person in Fód—in the room!

[Sometimes it's hard to remember that they're not, um, where they should be, but she waves that slip-up away. Hey, hi, don't stress about that.]

Why don't you try it out on me? Pretend we've just met.

[And there's so much to compliment, in Hilda's opinion, so she will just. Stand here. Clasp her hands before her as she gives Constance a sweet smile.]