[ It takes a lot of brainpower to weave together interpretations of his brother's tone, body language or what he says most of the time. Now isn't any different but Vash doesn't miss the lack of spice behind the words, negative as they are.

Vash just lifts a hand up to rub at the back of his own undercut, a motion that's all too common when he's just a little nervous or unsure. The laugh that follows is quiet. ]

Yeah, guess so. [ A pause. ] Didn't fall though, so guess I'm still one up.

[ He glances over towards knives, his expression carefully constructed but gentle. ]

...So, I was thinking about setting up along the coast over there.

[ He points with the fishing poles, a distant coastline near some older unused docks stretching out towards deeper waters. ]