I'd rather just not tell people I have a brother at all! [He sits back in his chair with his arms folded. He doesn't like this strike business at all, it's bad for the textile mill, and if the strikers get their way? It's bad for his business too. Reform isn't something he wants to see, and it pisses him off that his own brother is taking part of it.]
Oh thank goodness. Dinner is served. [And out comes the main entreé, turkey completed with potatoes, soup, a variety of steamed vegetables, and all the like; set in front of them to dig in as they please. He figures he doesn't have to tell him but Vash can help himself. There is plenty to go around.]
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Oh thank goodness. Dinner is served. [And out comes the main entreé, turkey completed with potatoes, soup, a variety of steamed vegetables, and all the like; set in front of them to dig in as they please. He figures he doesn't have to tell him but Vash can help himself. There is plenty to go around.]