[The longer Pure Vanilla talks, the wider Vash's eyes seem to go. They're practically dinner plates by the time he finishes. He can't help the way he licks his lips, nor the way he glances toward the kitchen as if he might find a Jelly Pizza waiting there.]

We have to have it.


[Despite his otherwise comical expression, Vash seems gravely serious in this moment. He resists the urge to grip Pure Vanilla's hands, but only barely. Mostly, though, he's trying to commit each ingredient to memory, so he knows what to spend his shells on in the future.]

But, uh. No need to thank me! Just consider that Jelly Pizza an IOU, whenever you're ready for it.

[Please. He needs it.]