Consider yourself lucky then. I don't just spend my own money on people that are already using their money to buy me things.

[ Hilda doesn't even spare a glance towards Claude's bed as she's placed gently onto Sylvain's. By process of elimination it has to be his - it's not covered with books or swords after all. Her fingers drum across the lid of the box that's now in her lap, the same mischievous glint back in her gaze. She pats the spot on the bed beside her motioning for him to sit beside her. ]


All of those can be answered if you open up the box. I promise it won't bite. But I know you kind of like that so maybe that's a bad thing.