[ At her question - Claude opts to neither confirm nor deny it, though his lack of response is likely equally telling as anything else. A faint raise of one eyebrow follows at it not being difficult, since: that's probably true, and especially so since Hilda would've made a point (or several points) to exclaim to the otherwise if it wasn't.

Something he thinks of with only fondness, though after that last question his face immediately shifts into a flat look of what might be rather unimpressed if it wasn't for the amusement he's now not bothering to hide either on his face or in his words. ]

Are you sure that's going to change anything? [ About the being made fun of part, that is, considering Claude's fairly certain that's going to happen no matter what. Hilda's point stands regardless that practice would absolutely be a help rather than a hindrance prior to any future events. And as a further bonus, falling on the ice won't hurt nearly as much in the Horizon as it would while awake. Probably. ] I have a feeling you just predicted my soon to be future should Sylvain ever drag us somewhere frozen to offset... well, all the suffering in the desert he claims he's been doing. Some extended stay in Luna is probably in both of our futures as soon as he remembers how cold it was there last year.

[ All fondly, though, since Claude also remembers the heavy layers they'd been provided with on that visit. He'll just have to locate those and then it'll be fine. Probably. That's a problem for Future Claude though since there's still this, and he tils his head towards the door in a mirror of her own action. ]

Alright, I'm putting my skating future in your capable hands then just as soon as I give myself a better coat than what I have on before we go back out there.