["It should be fine." And that's the sentiment Ain will hold close to his chest, because it's never fine with them, nothing is really fine with them except for rare moments of peace like this one. Ain is going to savour it.

It's with boundless enthusiasm that he slides out of bed and tugs on Vash's hand like he's not moving fast enough, c'mon c'mon c'mon, and then makes his way toward the door to put his shoes on.]

I think it'll be nice. [Oh, and his coat, too, he can't forget his coat.] We never get to have fun days on the town like this. I want to look at everything, even if we're not buying anything.

...do you think they have a big fountain somewhere?

[no ain you are not getting into the fountain]