[ 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.
[Hilda follows Marianne into the kitchen (why do ALL of our threads take place in a kitchen, ame, riddle me this), humming as she does so... because it really is just nice to see Marianne again? Oh, Lorenz is wonderful, and Claude is a dear, but Marianne is just special, in her quiet way. Being together is nice, even when being together involves Hilda, like, propping a hip against the kitchen counter, simply watching Marianne put some water on for tea.
And then watching Marianne open her treat, of course, because Hilda is eager to see her reaction—and ah, but it doesn't disappoint in the slightest. Marianne is always cute? Hilda will argue over Marianne's cuteness any day of the week, but there's always something so nice about seeing her happy over the smallest gifts. It's fun to give her these little things... Hilda's heart swells each and every time...]
I just ate, but... [A dramatique sigh.] Oh, how can I say no to that face! Of course I will.
[Don't cry, Marianne! She'll come over and wipe away those tears, don't test her—but for now she settles for a wink.]
Besides, everything tastes better with friends, right?
[Remember that line?? Ancient history at this point, and yet.]
[ we've had two (2) kitchen threads so far including this one okay do not @ me. but yes, she does indeed remember that line, how could she not? ]
I suppose this time you're the one giving me sweets instead.
[ but then, hilda knows she can come to marianne for anything... even if she's had to rely on hilda and lorenz at first. but marianne is determined to find her footing, if only so that she can try to contribute. finding a job has helped a little, at least; she'll just have to find a way to do something nice in return.
but before that, tea time. ]
Then, maybe we can have half of them and save the rest for next time? [ hey, look at her, planning ahead. ] I think they should be able to keep for a few days.
[Hilda did indeed do the legwork this time! It's amazing what the thought of Marianne's smile can spur her to actually do—but yes, yes. Tea time.]
That sounds perfect.
[A bright smile, then, before Hilda turns to rummage through one of Marianne's cupboards without even bothering to ask. Something, something, friendship. They need a plate for these macarons; as she raises up on her tiptoes, making a grab for the perfectly sized platter, she's just doing her part.]
I always like spending time with you, [she says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world—because it should be.] I mean, Lorenz and Claude are fun, but it's better when we're together. And I was worried about you.
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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?
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And then watching Marianne open her treat, of course, because Hilda is eager to see her reaction—and ah, but it doesn't disappoint in the slightest. Marianne is always cute? Hilda will argue over Marianne's cuteness any day of the week, but there's always something so nice about seeing her happy over the smallest gifts. It's fun to give her these little things... Hilda's heart swells each and every time...]
I just ate, but... [A dramatique sigh.] Oh, how can I say no to that face! Of course I will.
[Don't cry, Marianne! She'll come over and wipe away those tears, don't test her—but for now she settles for a wink.]
Besides, everything tastes better with friends, right?
[Remember that line?? Ancient history at this point, and yet.]
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I suppose this time you're the one giving me sweets instead.
[ but then, hilda knows she can come to marianne for anything... even if she's had to rely on hilda and lorenz at first. but marianne is determined to find her footing, if only so that she can try to contribute. finding a job has helped a little, at least; she'll just have to find a way to do something nice in return.
but before that, tea time. ]
Then, maybe we can have half of them and save the rest for next time? [ hey, look at her, planning ahead. ] I think they should be able to keep for a few days.
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That sounds perfect.
[A bright smile, then, before Hilda turns to rummage through one of Marianne's cupboards without even bothering to ask. Something, something, friendship. They need a plate for these macarons; as she raises up on her tiptoes, making a grab for the perfectly sized platter, she's just doing her part.]
I always like spending time with you, [she says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world—because it should be.] I mean, Lorenz and Claude are fun, but it's better when we're together. And I was worried about you.
[She's just sayin'.]