[ It would be a little rude if he doesn't ask first, but at least the flowers look sturdy, acting as pillows without crushing the vibrant petals. Sturdy enough to catch bullets if needed, even.

'Pretty spectacular', the man says and Vash gives a proud smile. Yeah, he's pretty damn spectacular. Angel of Creation, they call him.

...however, he's not going to brag about that. Who knows how his guest will react, or any other independent for that matter, knowing one of them is called that.

When El-ahrairah fishes out the juice with his strange feather appendage, a smaller root reaches for one of the bottles and brings it back to Vash. ]

As far as I know from my studies, they're unique to me. I didn't consciously design them, but they're beautiful and I don't see a reason to change them.

[ He gestures to his guest - and speaking of being rude... ]

What about you? Is that a feather?