[Vash is going for the soup and Ain guns for the fucking cookies immediately, hi, sorry. One of the peanut butter ones is going to be halfway devoured by the time Vash has even handed Ain his cup here.]
I'm not picky. [He's never been food-picky unless it's like. Gross stuff. Like worms—] Thank you for getting all this. Is it still snowing outside?
[With that, Ain polishes off the cookie, and then heads right into Soup. Is he going to have a weird aftertaste for the first few bites, erm, yes, but that's fine. He doesn't realise how hungry he is until he starts attacking the food like a man starved.]
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I'm not picky. [He's never been food-picky unless it's like. Gross stuff. Like worms—] Thank you for getting all this. Is it still snowing outside?
[With that, Ain polishes off the cookie, and then heads right into Soup. Is he going to have a weird aftertaste for the first few bites, erm, yes, but that's fine. He doesn't realise how hungry he is until he starts attacking the food like a man starved.]