It tastes great and the texture isn't concerning, and that's all he cares about! It's all going to disappear into his face just as fast as he can chew, and the drink -- which is a little strange, but he's not going to object to that either! -- will follow it in due course.

"Clay." Watered down ale isn't warm water that's been sitting in a canteen for the better part of a week, which puts it just a step or two below actual manna from heaven at this point. Delicious, friend, thank you so much. "Clay and toma scat, I'd bet money on it." No wonder so many folks outside of the towns prefer to hunt for their meals!

Sandwich inhaled and drink drunk, Vash leans back against the wall with a contented sigh. "You're a hero for that. Thank you again." He'll pay the favor back -- or forward, as the case may be -- as soon as he's got the opportunity. "Was there something you wanted to show me?"