He knows what it's like to try and navigate the world with only one hand, certainly! And it's possible that, in the days following the loss of his arm, he'd used his feet to make up for that lack. Honestly, he doesn't really remember. He remembers being cut free, and sitting with the town's only survivor until she'd cried herself out... and he remembers waking up on the ship, with so many people standing over him. But the days in between? Those are mostly a blur.

Food is important, as are better protective clothes, but what his young self really needs is an arm. But with Luida front and center dealing with the ships from Earth and the rest of the planet's plants gathered here, in Octovern, Vash doesn't know where they could go to get one made. He could offer his young self his boots, or his coat -- and may, if they end up traveling together for any length of time! -- but the arm isn't so easily gifted.

Too bad Sensei isn't around anymore.

Vash's mouth starts watering at the offer of donuts, but he shakes his head in gratitude. "Nobody's taking anything, don't worry about it! I've got money." And fame, if it comes to it. Come hell or high winds, this kid is getting fed. "If you're worried about going into the city, I can go and bring something back? I don't actually know what's available right now, but I bet I could find some salmon sandwiches!" He'd said he liked fish, so is one of Vash's comfort foods a favorite of this version of himself, as well?