[ One offer of donuts he could refuse, with great effort. Two offers? It would be rude to just leave them here to dry up and get dusty, wouldn't it? ]

Well, maybe just one. [ He could put away the whole box in under five minutes, but his younger self doesn't need to know how much of a glutton he is quite yet! Besides, they're going to go get lunch. If he's got salmon sandwiches in his future, then he doesn't need all those pastries. ...He wants them, he just doesn't need them. ] And you don't need to worry about me! I don't burn easily.

[ The box was over here on this rock, wasn't it? Vash heads over, combing his hands through his hair as he goes. The mess really doesn't want to lay down -- it's going to take water to flatten it out, and he doesn't want to waste what little drinking water he has left on this disguise. Looks like rock dust might be the solution after all. ]

And a good thing, too. I figure I've walked the whole circumference of this planet ten times by now!