["A date?" That gives Vash pause. He knows Wolfwood isn't there, but still, he doesn't want to give the wrong idea. In the same vein, he can't be sure that Pure Vanilla really meant anything by it. It's a common enough phrase, right?

Maybe he could afford to pull the enthusiasm back just a little? Better that he not mislead his newfound friend.]

Eheh... Yeah. Sounds like a plan! [He chews on his lip for a second.] I can't say I've ever had root beer. And no kettle, I'm afraid. Sort of asked for the bare minimum when I got this place.

[Something something, self-flagellation.]