[ The mention of sweeping - AKA: chores - brings about an appalled gasp from Hilda, but one that is mixed with a laugh all the same. She walked herself into that one. ]

I do sweeping but not that kind of sweeping. And if we're going to utilize my full potential, I would suggest doing something that's a little more my speed. Like maybe a nice accessory to the view? 

[ As if to prove that her so-called credentials were well worth it she drapes herself against the mast like some sort of lounging mermaid that she'd seen an opera singer pose as once for a poster. It's hard to keep a straight face but she manages. Part of that comes with purposely getting a little closer to Nami but a part of her doesn't think she'd mind so much - particularly when she'd felt the distinct brush of her fingertips however fleeting against hers. ] 

Funnily enough it has to do with being too forward. Or rather, it has to do with seeing just what it would take for us to sweep each other. [ Hilda doesn't bother to bite back her smile. ] Not actual sweeping with a broom, to be clear. Although that would be an interesting challenge.