[ Well... there goes her spatula as she hears the shout from in the kitchen and nearly jumps from her skin. She cautiously, ever so cautiously, goes to follow where his footsteps have gone and hears him before flattening her back against the wall by the door. ]
It's... Saturday, Vash.
... Do you want some toast? It might help your stomach. [ She knows that is not why Vash would be puking right now. ]
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It's... Saturday, Vash.
... Do you want some toast? It might help your stomach. [ She knows that is not why Vash would be puking right now. ]