[ Aw, he's not gonna taste the disgusting thing? Boo.

Vash scowls at the remaining bar, then, with an air of great resignation, folds the wrapped around the open bit and sticks it in his pocket for later. ]

Then let's figure out how to get back. I'm gonna starve if I have to eat that stuff.

[ Which brings them back to their earlier conversation, doesn't it? Where are they, exactly? ]

I don't even know how I got here, though.