[It's easy to track the other as he takes his shoes off - which earns him a smile - and sits. The couch.]

Tea it is. Please, give me a moment.

[Something... soothing, he thinks. Chamomile and lavender. He moves into the small adjoining kitchen to begin doing just that. Lavender, the cakepup, meanwhile, decides instead of sniffing Vash's fingers - after flopping off the chair and scrambling up onto the couch to investigate the new person - to ram his head right into them. The headbutt is vicious but it doesn't seem to do any damage to his icing.

Then he drops the toy and begins to frantically try to lick the fingers, going into a full body wiggle wag, before flopping onto his side and rolling onto his back. Scratches. He demands it. Look how cute he is? He will whine if you do not.

At least Pure Vanilla won't leave Vash subjected to the whims of the puppy for long, the scent of chamomile and lavender growing strong while Lavender entertains their guest, and soon Pure Vanilla returns with a tray with two cups and a tea kettle. He sets it on the coffee table, before reaching out to pick the pup up so he can sit down in his place. Puppy in lap, he pours them tea, gesturing to the additions.]

Milk. Sugar. Salt, if you've got a mineral craving. [Like Pure Vanilla does. Ah, to be a sheep.] And the small bottle is... ah, gin. In case you'd like something stronger.

[His voice is wry because he understands what they're about to discuss is going to be rough.]