[ Hilda would like to think that they'd get along. She knows Sylvain well enough (barely enough) to play nice, but Holst, for all his doting on her could still be a wildcard. If she threatened to never speak to him again however, that might very well scare him into behaving. All of this is hypothetical however, and entirely dependent on her getting home. If she got home. ]

Well why didn't you just say shopping earlier? That would have made this way easier. And plenty of entertainment is the least they can do for dragging us here.

[ Her arms curl a little tighter around him soaking up his warmth like the artificial sun wasn't also beating down on them. ]

We can keep it our little secret then. It's not like he'll ever find out.