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[ He's too busy grinning that she'd broken his hold to even mind that she'd dropped the hat smack on his face. But he turns his head enough so that it slides off to the side as he lets her pin his wrists above his head. And tries very hard not to stare at how close that brought her breasts to hover over his face. ]

Maybe if you had your wicked way with me, we'd both feel better. [ As suggestions go, it's offered in the sweetest, most innocent tone possible. ]

[ She can feel you staring Sylvain. Despite that she lets out another sigh that sounds suspiciously like a laugh along with an eyeroll. When she does reply her voice is just as singsong-yy as Sylvain's innocent tone. ]

Maybe if you accepted my gift we could talk about wicked ways later.

[ Skillfully she snatches both of Sylvain's wrists in one hand before grabbing the hat and dangling it above his head with a smile. ]

What do you say?

[ That just has him laughing, although he sighs a very deep, put-upon sigh. ]

I'd say that sounds very much like you avoiding the topic entirely. [ He states this with mournful disappointment. ] But if it will make you happy, Hilda, fine, I will accept your hat.

[ Hilda’s smile is nothing short of brilliant. It’s the smile she gets when she’s gotten her way and it's like all the work the wrestling she had to earlier is a distant memory. With her victory in hand, she shuffles backwards slightly to help Sylvain into a seated position before placing the hat on his head with such reverence that you’d think that it was sacred. ]

How do you feel in it?

[ Personally, she thinks it looks perfectly ridiculous. ]

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[ He bites back a sigh and humors her, although there's amusement glinting in his gaze at her smug satisfaction.

Also she's not wrong in her observation. He absolutely feels ridiculous. ]

Muffled.

[ Hilariously, he also sounds muffled. ]

[ It helps being perceptive in moments like these although knowing someone definitely helps too. Hilda catches the glint of amusement in Sylvain’s gaze which only serves to tug her grin wider. ]

But protected from the sun, right? Go on, you can say it: thank you so much for protecting me from the sun, Hilda. I know that your kind heart is going to be the reason my handsome face stays unmarred by the harsh desert sun.

I don't need to say it when you've summed it up so accurately. [ His voice is still dry, if amused. ] Thank you, Hilda.

[ He guesses. ]

[ Delighted laughter finally escapes Hilda's lips. ]

You're welcome, Sylvain. But now that the present is out of the way, I was hoping you could do me a favour.

[ There’s a weighted silence beneath the blinding blue of that hat before Sylvain reaches up to peel the lower half up over his forehead, almost like someone would visor a helmet.

He gives her the most baleful look possible. ]

You mean to tell me this wasn’t the favor???

[ His expression is only greeted with the sweetest of smiles. It would take a lot more to deter Hilda than a baleful look from Sylvain. ]

No, that was a gift. [ And then to breeze onto her next important item - ] I was wondering if you'd teach me how to bartend. You seem so good at it and I figure it couldn't hurt to pick up a new skill while I'm here.

[ Realizing how it sounds she hurriedly rushes to add on a last bit in case he got any ideas. ] And to be clear, this is more of a hobby. I can't believe I'm saying it, but I'm starting to get bored doing nothing all day.

[ You're so lucky he's so fond of you right now.

But when she rushes off to explain, his expression softens a little and he offers her a crooked smile. ]

No, I know what you mean. It's odd, not having so much to fill our days that we feel we'll never keep up with all of it. I thought it would be more relaxing, but it got pretty old pretty fast. I don't mind teaching you what I've picked up here. Mag's always grateful to have an extra set of hands around here.

You had things to fill your day at home?

[ It’s mostly a joke. Mostly.

The smile that flutters to her face is a relieved one. She didn’t think that Sylvain would say no – but it wasn’t like she was going to push the request if he did. This wasn’t something she’d typically push or even ask, really. Not unless there was something else for her to gain. ]

Let’s not get ahead of ourselves – no one said anything about working. Who knows if I’ll even be able to pick up those heavy trays full of beer?

[ She’s spent enough time in the bar to know that those looked heavy. Not that she was admiring Sylvain while he did it or anything – or if she did, she hadn’t been called out on it quite yet. ]

If you stay behind the bar, you're just filling glasses, not toting trays. [ Although he's done his share of both in his time here so far. ]

And believe it or not, I had plenty to fill my day back home. Too much, some days.

[ ...he'd still take his days here over that though, he thinks. ]

Will I actually get to stay behind the bar though?

[ The scepticism reads plainly on her face. Mags was kind but she ran a tight ship. If she had to, Hilda knew that she’d have to do more than just pour some drinks and flirt – which is what Sylvain seemed to do when she had met him in the Sarstina the first time around.

She stands, holding out a hand to pull him up from the bed. ]

Like what? Tell me while you show me how to bartend.

Maybe you should start out focusing on the bartending part before we add in storytime. [ He casts her a playful grin despite the words. ] And we'll see what we can work you up to. Don't worry, I wouldn't toss you into the deep end without making sure you know how to swim first.

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