[If Vash were talking to any other person, that person might be like "Come on, really-" but Wolfwood just snorts. Ruining the mood is his favorite past time after all. Makes things less emotionally charged and difficult for him to deal with.

By now he's already starting to scrape the bottom of his bowl, so clearly Vash has done something right, or at the very least decent. It's better than eating worm meat, that's for damn sure.]

You say that like you've ever had a portable grill. And if you have been lugging one around in that pack of yours this entire time, you were holding out on us.