[Vash actually snorts at that. It’s times like these he’s reminded of how similar the two of them are.]

Cookies, huh? I prefer donuts myself, buuut.

[He swings himself upright, reaching for his jacket.]

I think cookies can be arranged. Just for you, though.

[Vash takes an extra moment to tug the covers higher over Ain, readjusting the cloth on his forehead as he goes. It’s funny…only a day has gone by, and their roles are completely reversed.]

I’ll be back in an hour!

[He doesn’t have any busking to do, just some soup and cookie acquisition for his sick bird. At least Vash leaves through the door like a normal person, and not out the window.

…at least until he has to return five minutes later because he forgot to grab some money, even though Ain had reminded him.]