[Pizza and root beer it is then. Pure Vanilla makes a mental note to ask the Trader about both items. Hopefully a deal can be made. And he doesn't notice Vash's pause to his words, as he meant them innocently.

He hums softly about no kettle, but doesn't seem deterred, tapping his bowl lightly with his finger as he thinks.]

Understandable, when I requested my own place, it came with only places to sleep. Do you have a saucepan? If not, please do not fret, we can try the teas at a later time!