[ Even if she doesn't make him responsible for it, he's somehow, some way, going to be responsible for it because he's the one who put the idea into her head. And really, would she be her if she didn't put some of that inconsequential, silly blame on him? Earning Hilda's affections weren't a difficult thing to do. But she would be lying if she said that she didn't have a soft spot for the man who was effectively everyone's adoptive dad/big brother/uncle rolled into one.

Musings of biscuits and blame can at least be put aside for now, especially when there's a hug to be addressed. Never one to pass on a hug she immediately goes to meet him partway, smooshing her cheek against his chest with a gleeful laugh as her arms wrap around him. ]

Really though, I'm glad that you're taking a break from at least one thing, Sam. [ The one thing being a Conclave rep. ] I feel like you take on so much. Don't you get tired?