As he teased her, Hestia playfully glared at him and stuck her tongue out defiantly. "Hey, I'm not that bad," she pouted at him. Full on pout, with her bottom lip out and everything. She was glad that he didn't mind her being close. Sometimes she still hesitated, if only because she wasn't quite sure how he'd take it, but now that she was here, she wasn't going anywhere.
Listening about his mother, Hestia kind of snuggled in a bit. "She sounds like a great mother." Not that her own mother was bad or anything and she missed her a great deal, but well it hardly was as idyllic as Gilbert made his mom out to be. "And I'm sure she'd be awfully proud of you."