[If she can't go giggle with someone about this—because she would never—then this is the price Lorenz must pay! Hilda having her fun right here, right now, which honestly isn't as bad as it could be. She is... holding back, in her way. Kind of.
...Anyway, accept this friendly arm bump.]
Oh, I know—but I had to make sure! You deserve the best.
[That's sincere, really; like, Lorenz is a good-looking guy and she'll fight anyone who says otherwise, but rule one of Brunch Club: don't smash ugly guys? Duh?]
Aren't you going to describe him?
[Because she is, of course, super fuckin' curious.]
[Don't smash ugly guys is indeed in the sacred brunch texts, good call. But oh, he must actually provide a description... Let's see.]
In a word... [and as he is Lorenz, he could come up with a dozen on command, but he also has some dignity left on this brunch walk, so,] delicate. Small, although not as small as you.
[Everyone is small to Lorenz, etc etc, but still. He could be more poetic about this, as is Lorenz Tradition, but heaven forbid he accidentally say something kinda horny? He would honestly never recover.]
Dark eyes, dark hair, far too elaborate if I'm being quite honest. Intricate. But fitting.
[Oh damn, he's actually describing his date—aaaaaaand that is? Not quite what she expected to hear? Small and delicate, that is, because she remembers Lorenz's, mmm, great respect for Holst (ew)... but while she does give him a curious sort of look, she manages to keep herself from saying something silly. Everyone has different preferences, etc, and it isn't as though she's given a great deal of thought to Lorenz's...
But hmm, hmm, hmm.]
Fitting, [she repeats, drawing the word right out.] It does sound very... artistic.
[Artists should look interesting, it is Known... anyway, follow her across the street to their brunch spot as she hums.]
So he's good-looking! And he sounds interesting—but do you like him? [Not in the, like, high school kind of way? It's more like, hmm—] Will you see him again?
[God yes he needs to be in a chair and ordering six mimosas ASAP, let's do this. He is pointedly not answering any more questions until they are seated and mimosas are ordered and he has a menu to look at, as if they don't already have a Usual for brunch.
Anyway, he will be generous enough to speak up before she feels the need to ask again, so shh,]
Perhaps.
[the end, no-]
I would not be opposed. [That's the end, he's tapped out, so now it's Hilda's turn:] Now then, I barely saw you at the ball.
[Hilda has done enough digging... for the time being. As they step into this cute little café, she's too busy giving the host a polite smile to ask any more questions—and whether it's the power of the combined charm or the simple fact that they've been here so many times over the past, like, three weeks, they're quickly led to a nice, sunny table by the window. Their Spot™.]
Well, of course, [she says, as airily as ever as she drops into her chair.] You were so popular! I didn't want to chase anyone away...
[Couldn't cramp ur style, sir, but as she picks up the menu she definitely doesn't need to see (because the server is already prepping their mimosas before coming to the table, duh):]
I had fun! Especially with Constance. Did you see her cute ears?
[Hilda, he is always popular, this is obvious... No one has to remember high school, we live only in the popular future (tm) now. Or: he raises an eyebrow at her over his menu. Gurl.]
I did. I do hope she managed to enjoy herself, despite the circumstances.
[Fussy nobles that hate Cordis traits club: Lorenz and Constance, co-presidents. Sure, he trusts that Hilda dutifully supported their junior honorary Deer in... her own way, but still! So he's distracted by Coco News, yes, immediately.]
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...Anyway, accept this friendly arm bump.]
Oh, I know—but I had to make sure! You deserve the best.
[That's sincere, really; like, Lorenz is a good-looking guy and she'll fight anyone who says otherwise, but rule one of Brunch Club: don't smash ugly guys? Duh?]
Aren't you going to describe him?
[Because she is, of course, super fuckin' curious.]
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In a word... [and as he is Lorenz, he could come up with a dozen on command, but he also has some dignity left on this brunch walk, so,] delicate. Small, although not as small as you.
[Everyone is small to Lorenz, etc etc, but still. He could be more poetic about this, as is Lorenz Tradition, but heaven forbid he accidentally say something kinda horny? He would honestly never recover.]
Dark eyes, dark hair, far too elaborate if I'm being quite honest. Intricate. But fitting.
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But hmm, hmm, hmm.]
Fitting, [she repeats, drawing the word right out.] It does sound very... artistic.
[Artists should look interesting, it is Known... anyway, follow her across the street to their brunch spot as she hums.]
So he's good-looking! And he sounds interesting—but do you like him? [Not in the, like, high school kind of way? It's more like, hmm—] Will you see him again?
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Anyway, he will be generous enough to speak up before she feels the need to ask again, so shh,]
Perhaps.
[the end, no-]
I would not be opposed. [That's the end, he's tapped out, so now it's Hilda's turn:] Now then, I barely saw you at the ball.
[How many suckers got fleeced, Hilda? How many??]
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Well, of course, [she says, as airily as ever as she drops into her chair.] You were so popular! I didn't want to chase anyone away...
[Couldn't cramp ur style, sir, but as she picks up the menu she definitely doesn't need to see (because the server is already prepping their mimosas before coming to the table, duh):]
I had fun! Especially with Constance. Did you see her cute ears?
[Swerve.]
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I did. I do hope she managed to enjoy herself, despite the circumstances.
[Fussy nobles that hate Cordis traits club: Lorenz and Constance, co-presidents. Sure, he trusts that Hilda dutifully supported their junior honorary Deer in... her own way, but still! So he's distracted by Coco News, yes, immediately.]
What did the two of you get up to?