[ Next time, Sam. Next time she'll plan an elaborate gift that will involve a giant biscuit because frankly, he deserves it. And she'll rope Sylvain into it because she probably doesn't want to bake it herself never mind figure out the measurements and ingredients needed for a biscuit that big.
It should be noted that while Sam begins his humble refusal of her gift she stays remarkably quiet. There's no insistence that he does, in fact deserve gifts, or telling him off for being humble because she's trying incredibly hard to hide the smile (and by that we mean not hard at all) behind her teacup. If there was anything to compare it to, it would be a mother trying hard not to look smug about a present that she knows she did well on on Christmas morning.
But once Sam's own grin begins to break quickly across his own face, there's no point in hiding it anymore. She looks positively pleased with herself. More pleased than she's ever been during her time here in fact. ]
Do you like it? I thought your room could use a little decor. Or Steve's. Whoever you think it's more appropriate for, really.
[ hilda please, he is not as young as he used to be and his metabolism is NOT what it would need to be to consume a biscuit that size. save him the literal heart attack, and let's just stick with the metaphorical ones.
also, here's the thing - her very self-satisfied quiet is absolutely noted. beyond noted. if anything, it's sparking even more suspicion which - as sam gets to the actual unwrapping of said present, is entirely earned. and deserved. ]
Hilda, girl- [ she says do you like it and sam nearly dives across the table to cover her mouth. does he like it? is the sky blue? do the birds sing? sam's eyes are huge as he looks over the cutout, and after another moment, he erupts into a fit of laughter. ] This is the greatest present I've ever gotten. Ever. You understand that, right?
[ and here's the thing: he's not exaggerating. that's just how much he loves it. he can't even take his eyes off of it. ] Holy shit.
[ Ugh, fine. Party pooper. Sometimes all a girl wants is some fun in the form of a giant biscuit baking party.
But she'll take this reaction too. She hadn't quite known what to expect when she had come up with this ridiculous one-brain celled plan to give her large cut out head of Steve to him. If he hadn't liked it well, the next natural step would have been to gift it to Steve because why wouldn't someone want a giant cardboard cutout of themselves?
Needless to say, she's pleased and it shows in the way she wrinkles her little nose and how her eyes crinkle at the corners. She can't help the disbelief that slips into her words. ]
Really? I mean, I definitely meant it to be a bit of a joke but I'm so glad you like it. I figured that if I made one with your face on it, this was only fair.
[ she can make a giant biscuit all she wants!!! just don't make him responsible for it. that's all he asks.
sam is a bit too focused on turning the cutout of steve's head around in his hands to notice just how pleased she is, but that's okay. something tells him that it isn't about to be something that goes away. ]
Oh no, this is great. Steve has been giving me shit for ages because of mine. Now- oh man, you've made me unstoppable. I'm saving this for the perfect moment. C'mere- [ hope hilda is ready, because sam is getting out of his chair to come and give her a big hug. she can't escape it, either, it's happening. ]
[ 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?
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It should be noted that while Sam begins his humble refusal of her gift she stays remarkably quiet. There's no insistence that he does, in fact deserve gifts, or telling him off for being humble because she's trying incredibly hard to hide the smile (and by that we mean not hard at all) behind her teacup. If there was anything to compare it to, it would be a mother trying hard not to look smug about a present that she knows she did well on on Christmas morning.
But once Sam's own grin begins to break quickly across his own face, there's no point in hiding it anymore. She looks positively pleased with herself. More pleased than she's ever been during her time here in fact. ]
Do you like it? I thought your room could use a little decor. Or Steve's. Whoever you think it's more appropriate for, really.
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also, here's the thing - her very self-satisfied quiet is absolutely noted. beyond noted. if anything, it's sparking even more suspicion which - as sam gets to the actual unwrapping of said present, is entirely earned. and deserved. ]
Hilda, girl- [ she says do you like it and sam nearly dives across the table to cover her mouth. does he like it? is the sky blue? do the birds sing? sam's eyes are huge as he looks over the cutout, and after another moment, he erupts into a fit of laughter. ] This is the greatest present I've ever gotten. Ever. You understand that, right?
[ and here's the thing: he's not exaggerating. that's just how much he loves it. he can't even take his eyes off of it. ] Holy shit.
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But she'll take this reaction too. She hadn't quite known what to expect when she had come up with this ridiculous one-brain celled plan to give her large cut out head of Steve to him. If he hadn't liked it well, the next natural step would have been to gift it to Steve because why wouldn't someone want a giant cardboard cutout of themselves?
Needless to say, she's pleased and it shows in the way she wrinkles her little nose and how her eyes crinkle at the corners. She can't help the disbelief that slips into her words. ]
Really? I mean, I definitely meant it to be a bit of a joke but I'm so glad you like it. I figured that if I made one with your face on it, this was only fair.
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sam is a bit too focused on turning the cutout of steve's head around in his hands to notice just how pleased she is, but that's okay. something tells him that it isn't about to be something that goes away. ]
Oh no, this is great. Steve has been giving me shit for ages because of mine. Now- oh man, you've made me unstoppable. I'm saving this for the perfect moment. C'mere- [ hope hilda is ready, because sam is getting out of his chair to come and give her a big hug. she can't escape it, either, it's happening. ]
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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?