[Claude's laugh cut through the tension, and Byleth felt his shoulders drop from the defensive hunch he hadn't realised he'd been half-curled into. The moment - whatever that moment had been - was broken, and it was something of a relief.

Still, what a nice laugh. Byleth wished he did it more often.]

I see. Unfortunately, I'm somewhat inexperienced in deciphering the cryptic silence of ancient guardians, so perhaps he'll share his wisdom if I ask nicely?

[With that, Byleth picked up Clauddles and sat the deer plushie on the edge of the table, gazing solemnly at it. Clauddles stared back with its wide, vacant eyes.]

Clauddles. [Yes. He's talking to the deer.] I have a very important question: what is Claude's favourite cake?