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"What, without hands?" Wolfwood replied, looking over his shoulder and grinning. "That's all you, buddy. I'll stick to being able to light a cigarette instead. I'll leave all the goodall antics to you."

Wolfwood pawed at the end piece of bred in order to grab the piece after (who eats the ends of the bread, anyway?). He spread his toes and managed to grip the bread, then pushed off the counter in order to pull it back. He had to repeat this several more times due to the bread slipping out between his toes. "Man, praise the Lord for giving humans thumbs," Wolfwood quipped, glaring at his paw. "Everything's too difficult otherwise, and I don't fancy you'd like me to grab it in my jaws and drop it in that way. Aha!"

Clutched between two toes was a piece of bread with the top slightly squished. Wolfwood leaned as far as he could over the counter, "dunking" his paw several times until the bread went into the slot. "There! Just need to get one more, and then the toaster'll start..."

At Vash's question, Wolfwood turned his head to look at the window. "I'd say it's roughly ten or eleven in the morning. I dunno, it's weird not seeing two suns..."

Wolfwood succeeded in getting another bread into the toaster, and slammed the lever down with a satisfied smirk on his face. "Really? Well, at the very least you've learned how to make eggs now. To an extent," he added, flashing him a grin and waving a paw. "Don't worry about it!"

He pushed away from the counter and stretched, having nothing to do while waiting for the toast to not only pop out of the toaster, but to cool a bit in order to pick it up again. He snickered at Vash's reaction, shaking his head. "We must've picked some strong stuff. Or had strong seconds, my first bottle was pretty week. Don't worry about it! It just means the night'll come faster for more boozin'."

When his toast came up, Wolfwood turned and propped his front legs on the counter, moving aside to let Vash snag his before grabbing his own with his mouth. The priest then claimed the chair Vash abandoned to access his egg. The piece of toast was tossed on it before Wolfwood grabbed the plate and returned to the floor, setting the plate down and sitting in front of it.

While Vash had his minute-meditations, Wolfwood himself had something to do. The priest bowed his head and began murmuring softly. While he hadn't had a morning routine as long as Vash, the priest never hesitated to bless his food, friends, and the upcoming day before breaking his fast.

...Which was completed nearly as fast as Vash, after a quick "Amen." He licked his chops before picking up the plate and walking over to where the sink was, leaping up to lean his paws on the counter to slip it in. "So, Vash, is there more to show me around here?" He asked, turning from the counter to face the kitsu in red. "Or is there more stuff outside?"

Wolfwood stared at Vash, trying to figure that little tidbit of information out. "They... heat things up? I can understand if it was an outdoor oven, since things made in those taste different than the indoor ones, but..." He shook his head, at an utter loss over that concept.

"I guess we should take a look at it, though if it's on I don't think we'll be in any trouble. 'Less it gets as hot as you were this morning," Wolfwood added with a sly grin, moving towards Vash. "First there's things that require thumbs to use, then something to heat... What's next that won't make sense?"

"You're telling me. It's hard to find it in the big cities, but people tend to be more generous out in the backwater villages... Though those villages often don't have a plant either, so it's like taking a step back in time, y'know?" Wolfwood followed him, laughing and bounding up to his friend to playfully nudge him. "Aw, c'mon! I bet you could light up a cig or two with a touch, though I'd rather not get close enough to try m'self. Yet."

Wolfwood perked his ears, thinking. "Y'know, now that you mention it... That ship was a bit chilly. I guess there are such places that need to be warm, though it's beyond me why they choose to live in a place like that." He shook his head, "It's too cramp for me. Give me the open air and a stretch of desert to drive across along with a pack of cigarettes, and I'm set."

Personally, Wolfwood was curious to see the fireplace in action, or burning something. Such a thing was hard to imagine, and he had a feeling that the clay-ovens he knew of were far different than this... "fire place."

Wolfwood stuck his tongue out at Vash in response, pausing momentarily at Vash's comment. The plants could pay them back? He thought to ask more on the subject, then dropped it -- if Vash was one of these "Plant"-people/things, then he'd know best. Besides, there was something more important at hand.

"Aw, c'mon! You know you could help me out! Y'know how hard it is to light'em without thumbs?" Wolfwood replied, pouting in a playful matter. "If your lunch came come from here, then done! Otherwise you'll have to take a Holy Man's lunch most of the time."

Nevermind that said "Holy Man's lunch" consisted of a cigarette smoked down to the filter, but Vash didn't need to know that, right?

Wolfwood had nothing to say to the ship, though. All he saw was the corridor, and that was filled with staring people. And several spent cigarettes that he smoked while waiting for him, but that was beside the point.

"I'm not going to stand there and train or concentrate just so you can light your little death stick!" He replied, shaking his head and berating the Priest. "It can come from here..." Vash had no idea what a Holy Man's lunch was and he wasn't about to forsake something he knew for something he wasn't entirely sure of. Especially when it came to food.

As they entered the Great Room, Vash squawked as Dante called out his name quite suddenly. Startled, he flung the nearest available item at the other red-clad kitsu - an abandoned book. Eyes shut in a frown, he worked at calming his nerves down. That wasn't nice! "Don't sneak up on me!" Vash called to Dante as he opened one eye. Last time he'd done that, he'd knocked the fellow out. His Bounty Hunting partner would probably be rather annoyed if he'd done that.

Dante blinked for about half a second as that book came sailing toward him and then reared back to bat it right back - almost like they were playing some odd form of table tennis. He wasn't paying attention to what direction it actually went in though ... which meant said unlikely missile was now headed straight for Wolfwood.

"I wasn't sneaking!" Dante protested, padding over to butt his head into the other's shoulder playfully. "Yoou just weren't paying attention." Running into friends of his always put the silver-haired kitsu in a good mood, lack of food or no.