[It's not lost on Vash, that his hand remains twined with Pure Vanilla's. He wonders if it's oversight, or maybe the other man simply doesn't realize that he's still holding it. Whatever the reason, though, he won't question it. The contact, as he'd already realized, is more than welcome. He'll enjoy it while it lasts.]

Exactly. And there's plenty you can do with a gun that doesn't involve really hurting someone. Like - pew-pew! [He pantomimes the motion up toward the ceiling with his free hand.] At some pipes, and then you have a distraction while you get away!

[He miiiight be speaking from experience. And speaking of things he might be doing, he might just barely stifle a chuckle as he watches that poor little Cakepup trot off. Maybe he'll see about scrounging up a treat for the creature before he heads out.]

No, no. Pizza's pretty normal. Though I'm sure someone likes it sweet? [He pauses for just a moment, sobering as he tries to figure out what to say about his home. It's hard to talk about it, without getting tied up in his own feelings about the place that he damned all of humanity to.]

It's, uh. Dry. Pretty warm. Settlements are few and far between. Some are tightly knit little villages, others are pretty big cities. I've seen most of them in my time. They're all interesting in their own rights, though!

[How long has it been since he's talked so openly with someone. He's shared a few brief, lighthearted moments with the younger monsters. But now that he feels known, it feels easier to talk about other things, too.

Or maybe it's just the gin.]