[The tension is growing thick, Pure Vanilla can feel it like a weight on him. It's not a horrible feeling. The reluctance to be away, to not simply ask him to stay longer, maybe he'd like to walk Lavender with him. The lump in his throat makes him swallow a few times, and the nervous butterflies in his stomach make him want to turn and run into his bedroom.

It's the same feeling, all those years ago, when he first met White Lily Cookie.

With his hands free, he fiddles with his nails, picking at them lightly as he just sort of stands there, trying to sort through his thoughts and feelings. Lavender huffs, then throws his head back dramatically and howls, making Pure Vanilla shake himself lightly and laugh.]

You are not starving.

[Still, it's broken him out of his reverie and he throws a brilliant smile towards Vash.]

Of course, I will contact you later to set up something? And please do feel free to come back whenever you would like! My door is always open for you.

[Moving around, he pats around until he can find where Vash folded his coat and placed it aside, picking it up and bringing it over to him, and walk with him to the door, so Vash can get his shoes on as well.]

I... [And there, at the door, he falters a little.] I do hope I get to see you again?