If there's any flickers of resentment or annoyance at this friendliness, this easy edge of goofiness, it's easily overwhelmed by a broader more pleasant nature. And for all that that one part of him deep down chafed at being social to anyone, that part was also still fond in its own way of Vash the Stampede. Exceptions could be made, and so he is content.

And not even a little displeased, it's so rare he can just sit around like a bump on a rock and have a chat with someone who wasn't Wolfwood or Elendira! Sure there were some philosophical questions, like was he really talking to someone else at all??

"I've heard rumors! Horrible menaces lurking about stirring up trouble. I thought it was someone running around pretending, but hoo, I guess not. I'll just assume it's the usual nonsense people exaggerate." So the trouble and menace and evil was ... not really going on, which he was fine with. Peaceful days would continue! "Don't tell me all the rest are Vash, though." There's an implication in Vash's words that there was more than just them. How many? Every part of him was rather curious. "How on earth would anyone keep that straight if we all got in a room together?"

Except for him, he was willing to bet they had the appropriate number of limbs and faces, and besides, he's an Enchanter, not a Stampede. It doesn't seem like he's jealous of his space at all so putting things down isn't a problem, but pardon him if he's going to plop on one of the mattress, boots sticking out one end of the blanket burrito. "Yeah, but on the other hand, if it's your kingdom, you could just.. get a trusted vizier and make them do all the hard work while you ran around having fun. I'm pretty sure that's what the history books say monarchs do anyway." Sounds fun to him!

The protein bar is waved off. "I had a can of maybe pears earlier. Can't say for sure if they're ... actually pears, I don't remember what they're supposed to taste like."