[Ah, yes. It's every bit as effective as she'd thought it would be—and that's cute, really. Hilda can't help but to smile as she settles back into a more natural stance, but she manages to (just barely) keep her humor in check. It has everything to do with how she was raised? She knows this? Nothing was ever expected of her; all eyes were on her older brother, except for those eyes that just so happened to wander her way... and, well, the rest is history. She's had years of practice, ie years of avoiding responsibility! Constance, however...]

Maybe, [she concedes,] but that doesn't mean you're bad. You just need more practice! That's all.

[Because practice does, in fact, make perfect, even if the thought alone makes Hilda break out into hives.]

When our new friend comes back with our drinks, you should thank him! Try telling him something nice—and don't worry about fumbling it. I'll be right here if you need me.

[Meaning she'll step in with a save if she needs to, because it's all about girls helping girls! YEAH!]