[To the fried-food place it is. It looks like the sort of restaurant that you sit out in front of and don't ever go in, like the small town equivalent of a Goodtimes where you order at the front and plop down. It must be nice working there in a blizzard, Ain thinks, because he is still pretty sure that despite the sunshine it is going to snow catastrophically, and it'll be super fun to shove snow down Vash's shirt.

You never know. It's the mountains. Don't break his heart, you fucking rocks.

Now to figure out what the hell fried cheesecake is while they stand in line. How do you fry an entire cake. (Ain is not parsing that they are just fried bites and not the whole fucking cake.)]

There's a bunch of them and they're all stupid, [Ain says bluntly, with that cheerful lilt in his voice he normally has,] like forks with two... pointy thingies are for seafood. I didn't care, so I didn't listen much beyond that.

[Ain has the tendency to simply Walk Away when he doesn't care or doesn't want to listen or even when he gets in trouble, he simply spins on his heel and leaves. It's always been a problem with him.]

And finger-foods weren't allowed. And she insisted that candy was bad for all of us, so when I got an allowance I snuck out and bought so much candy that I couldn't finish dinner. [And then he got sick and it did not stop him from buying more candy.] Oh! And one time I scribbled all over the walls in crayon. I was six and I was angry because I got grounded for fighting with one of my brothers.

[Most of this is just Ain being genuinely A Kid during a time he was A Kid when that behaviour is expected, but like. It goes to show how much Not Listening he did.]

What were you like, when you were a kid?