( He realises too late that the question was a little insensitive. Vash himself has been avoiding any mention of Wolfwood like the plague, skittering away from the topic as though he's a spooked Toma. He shouldn't have blundered his way into it. But he gets the feeling Bakugo wouldn't appreciate his apology, so instead he draws the chairs closer with one hand, bowl held carefully within the other.

The smell is amazing, the garlic alone makes his mouth water, and he takes his place at the table eagerly, settling the chopsticks between his fingers like he's used to them - thankfully, a quick learner, and Neo Tokyo hadn't given him a choice the first few times he'd eaten out. He does wait a half a second to make sure there aren't any weird before-food rituals he needs to follow, voice going bright and cheerful when he speaks. )

I don't know what heaven smells like but I bet it's not half as good as this. ( Not particularly religious but still earnest about it, using the spoon to take some of the sauce so he can blow atop it. The taste is even better, Vash making appreciative noises around the utensil. ) Okay, okay. If you ever want a less deadly job I'm sure I can scrounge up the money to pay you as a chef.