[Hilda oh-so calmly takes a sip of her champagne, honestly having the most fun she's had since... well, since this morning, but details. There's nothing like a good scheme! So, naturally, when he tries to wriggle out of it all, she waits for the din of the crowd to die down a bit before she (loudly) asks:]
Oh? Do you mean... you're not going to donate Chroma to the people who really, really need it?
[The disappointment... is palpable? Both from her and the crowd—and now they're all waiting to see what he has to say.]
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Oh? Do you mean... you're not going to donate Chroma to the people who really, really need it?
[The disappointment... is palpable? Both from her and the crowd—and now they're all waiting to see what he has to say.]