[ The gentle touch is appreciated in ways words will never convey, so instead he squeezes back as tightly as he dares. As well as the sweet words, Vash doing his best - and succeeded rather well - in reassuring Pure Vanilla. He exhales slowly, letting tension ease out of him, and whispering a soft "thank you" as Vash changes the subject.

He can't think of it any further, he can't fall back into the despair that creeps around the corner.

Clearing his throat gently, and not letting go of Vash's hand, he turns his attention towards the pizza. Stares at it like he's completely forgotten everything, before forcing a smile.

What is it they say? Fake it 'til you make it. ]

Ah. Malted milk balls, cheese both sweet and savory, different flavored jelly beans, on a pizza dough. It might be quite a strange taste at first.

[ Good luck eating it without a hand. ]