[Food is always a given, especially where Vash is concerned. He’s already perking up thinking about it as he shrugs off his jacket and hangs it on the bathroom doorknob.]

We could go to that diner we ate at when we first got here, if you want? That place was pretty good.

[He might be biased though because his last memory of it was having his brains fucked out as soon as they got back from eating there, ssooooooo]

Also…will you be okay flying in the snow? It’ll be cold…