[ Where's the fun, indeed? His expression is both genuinely amused now, and definitely fond, as Vash takes a bite out of the pizza. And Vash may be trying not to giggle, but Pure Vanilla has no such self restraint, and softly laughs. A fuller sound than before. Happier. ]

Ah, but it would be far easier, no?

[ Except he's folding his fingers in between Vash's comfortably, rearranging the other hand's fingers to scoot them back a bit on the pizza. And because there's no taking his own slice while both hands are otherwise occupied, he turns the pizza towards himself to take his own bite.

He chews thoughtfully. No longer being a Cookie has changed his tastes somewhat but... He swallows and smiles happily, tail wiggling a bit in the grass. ]

Isn't it? It is a bit different than what I remember, but I will attribute that to the world itself.

[ They're both disgusting. He wipes a bit of cheese off from the hand holding it up, and licks his finger clean after. Mm, cream cheese drizzle. ]

Ah! The root beer! I feel you will find that delightful as well. Here...

[ Hm. Setting the pizza down is easy enough, he can direct Vash to low his end so the slice is back on the pan, and picking the bottle up is fine but... twisting the cap off is not going to happen, so he sheepishly (ha) holds it out towards Vash. ]

Twist?