[By and large, Vash can't cook. He is a disaster in the kitchen when it comes to anything more than the basics. Nevertheless, he managed to catch lightning in a bottle with the few recipes he's come to master. Maybe if things go well, he'll make sausage link pasta for Wolfwood.]
Alright. Fried rice it is.
[Vash does not stop marching until they're inside and settled in the kitchen. He peels off his jacket and hangs it off to the side, not wanting to drag his sleeves through whatever mess he's about to make. Then he ambles off to start rifling through the available ingredients.]
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Alright. Fried rice it is.
[Vash does not stop marching until they're inside and settled in the kitchen. He peels off his jacket and hangs it off to the side, not wanting to drag his sleeves through whatever mess he's about to make. Then he ambles off to start rifling through the available ingredients.]
You can get comfortable. You've had a long day!