[ just one of her hilda-isms, that marianne actually appreciates at the moment? if only because it feels so hilda and so natural; she's missed hanging around her for the past few days even if her phone did get blown up by texts. not having hilda here in person just isn't the same.
so she just laughs a little, sheepish but fond all the same. ]
Mm, I'll put some on then.
[ this is no rose petal blend, sorry, but she does have some mint tea! hopefully an acceptable compromise. and while she waits for the water to boil, she'll carefully take that box with a quiet thank you and open it. ]
This is... [ she goes quiet for a second, a little stunned by the gesture—by the fact that hilda bothered to trouble herself like this at all, and the context of it. and if she's getting a little misty eyed, please don't @ her ok. ] Oh, Hilda.
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so she just laughs a little, sheepish but fond all the same. ]
Mm, I'll put some on then.
[ this is no rose petal blend, sorry, but she does have some mint tea! hopefully an acceptable compromise. and while she waits for the water to boil, she'll carefully take that box with a quiet thank you and open it. ]
This is... [ she goes quiet for a second, a little stunned by the gesture—by the fact that hilda bothered to trouble herself like this at all, and the context of it. and if she's getting a little misty eyed, please don't @ her ok. ] Oh, Hilda.
[ hilda! she's going to cry. this is so sweet?? ]
You'll share this with me, won't you?