[Oh... oh! Well. Hilda does turn positively pink, blinking down at the casteliacone. She takes it from Weavile, and plucks the ring off of it.]
It's pretty... but not girly. You know me well.
[She'll rub it in her palm, licking the ice cream as she warmed up the ring, and then slip it onto her finger. Come here, Silver, you're getting a kiss!]
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It's pretty... but not girly. You know me well.
[She'll rub it in her palm, licking the ice cream as she warmed up the ring, and then slip it onto her finger. Come here, Silver, you're getting a kiss!]