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Who: Vash and you!
Broadcast: Yup!
Action: Twin Roses and at the Space Bar
When: Right now

SMASH!

[The feed starts with a loud bang as Vash's communicator tumbles over and over until it bounces twice on the ground before coming to a rest.] GET BACK HERE YOU FLEA BITTEN- [A black cat darts past the screen and there is the sound of loud thumping feet.] -SPAWN OF SATAN! THAT IS MY LUNCH! [Whoops there goes the cat again with a piece of meat dangling out of her mouth.

Only this time there's an arm that successfully catches the cat by the scuff of her neck.] GOTCHA! I thought I got rid of you on the last planet. How long have you been on this ship for anyway?

[Vash looks down and notices the communicator is recording. He holds the cat up to the camera as it calmly chews on the stolen piece of meat. She seems pretty content to just hang in his arm for the moment.] Anyone want a mangy cat? [He's not serious. Just annoyed.

Vash will either be on the Twin Roses or at his job at the Space Bar. His job in a kitchen. Where he thinks he left the cat back on the Roses. A cat in the kitchen is a terrible place for a cat to be. So it's a good thing that the cat isn't here-]

Neyrow~!

OH, COME ON!

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I mean, that too for the long haired ones, I hear, but does help to stop from findin' a ball of hair, or a hair ball, hidden in the corner of ya room.

Plus, never know, ya might find might work out well to gettin' to pet her, get her use to ya hand bein' 'round her without actually touchin' her at first. Save ya on needin' to bandage yaself up every time ya near her.

[Vash sighs as Kuroneko scampers off when it's clear that she's getting no more attention here.] Some gift. Why couldn't they just gift me some donuts or something?

[Remy gave a chuckle, though he had no real, satisfying answer for Vash on his cat issues.] Who knows, cher, who knows.

Though if donuts would help sooth ya worries, 'nd that claw mark ya go there, sure I can whip up a batch if needed.

[Now Vash actually perks up and looks interested.] Yeah? You think you could?

'm sure I can sort out some by dinner time on the ship. [See? Food really did fix all problems. Or at least low level ones.]

Ya know, [Remy thought out loud as he started to move towards the door, since the entertainment of Vash and the cat were done for now.] If ya want a practice cat, ya welcome to borrow one of the brats for durin' the days or when 'm doin' my shift with the Space Bar. They a bit calmer than that cat of ya's, might give ya some idea how to deal with one.

Thanks, but I think I'll be fine with this one. At least when she's not stealing my food. I shouldn't need a practice cat.

What I do need are donuts! [Remy you are now seen as a donut machine. You have doomed yourself.]

[There were worse things to be labeled as.] Yeah, yeah, I know, don't worry, will sort some out for ya tonight.

Can't promise they jelly filled or 'nything, ya'll have to handle whatever ya want it filled or topped with, but can get the base there for ya.

Classic is my favorite! You can't beat the simple taste they have! That would be perfect!

But why wait for dinner? You could start them now! I'll be happy to taste test for you!

[Vash's enthusiasm for the dessert got a smile from Remy and a bit of a chuckle under his breath.] Can take awhile to prep, but tell ya what, if ya don't mind them not bein' perfect, [Which the cook in Remy would rather, to make sure things were as good as he could get them. But considering the fact he felt like Vash wasn't going to let it go until he got said donuts, he would try and suppress that urge.] 'll go make some up now for ya.

[Not perfect!? But now. But not perfect!?] No. I can wait until they're done correctly. [He sounds so sad. Like he's just agreed to not have any.]

[That chuckle returned, but with a hint of sympathy for Vash's expression and tone. Reaching out, Remy clapped a hand against Vash's shoulder.] Tell ya what, how 'bout I go make up some now 'nd some for later, 'nd ya can be my taste tester to see if they 'ny good or not. It really only the texture that be slightly different, a bit less doughy when 'llowed to rest for a bit.

I think that's a very fair compromise! [And he starts heading straight for the kitchen.] Well, come on! What are you waiting for?

'm comin', 'm comin'. [There was a roll of his eyes to go with that, but also a smile, heading out the door with cats trailing behind. Remy did however stop off at his room first, putting his pets back inside to keep them out of the way. He had learnt his lesson the hard way when Figaro ended up covered in flour that last time. It had been a real pain to clean up...

Heading into the kitchen, Remy cast a look to Vash.] Ya know, will be puttin' ya to work since ya here.

Alright. I'm more than happy to get my hands dirty for some decent donuts. [He works in a kitchen all day so cooking isn't going to scare him away.] Where do you want me?

We'll see how decent they be this time 'round. Will make a double batch, put half of it 'way for later so it got time to rest, 'nd see if there really a difference or ain't worth it. [Plus, you know, that way the rest of the crew may get some and not just Vash.]

Can ya get the dry 'ngredients mixed up together? [Remy asked before listing off a number of items for Vash to get together and how much to use of each.]

Wish I could make beignets here, now those be 'mazin'.

Beignets? [Asked as he starts to mix things together.] What's that? Are they a bit like donuts?

More or less, [Remy answered as he started on getting together the wet ingredients.] Done in squares though, not round. Ya make a bunch of them then pile them up on a plate, cover it in just as much powdered sugar, have it with a cup or two of café au lait, 'nd mon Dieu, nothin' better, cher.

Got a place famous for them back home, use to eat there all the time as a kid, less so as an adult.

All except for that last part I didn't understand? It all sound delicious to me!

Not as good as donuts, but still delicious!

Ah, it's a type of coffee made with hot milk, 'nd in this case flavored with chicory. It real good. Wish we had it here. [Remy seriously missed chicory coffee, even if he wasn't a huge coffee drinker.]

Well, they ain't as fancy as ya can make some donuts, but I personally would take them over others. [But that may be more towards the good memories they brought up. And the fact Remy didn't have a huge sweet tooth.]

Better than donuts? [Vash scoffs in a good nature, teasing sort of way.] No way can anything be better than donuts!

[Remy chuckled along, not taking it too serious at all, but completely prepared to go along with the joking.] Oh yeah? Don't think I can quite say that, but hey, if that what ya 'nto, cher, good for ya. I certainly know a few things I would put ahead of them.

No way! Nothing could beat a warm, freshly made donut!

[...Ok, no, now Remy was really curious and had to ask, because that answer was just...] How old are ya 'gain? [Yeah, no, there was many things that beat a good donut.]

[Vash bristles slightly at the joke.] Hey! Don't you know it's rude to ask a man his age? And it doesn't matter! Any age can tell you donuts are one of the tastiest things on this planet!

I thought that normally applies to femmes, not guys. [Seriously, he was kidding with you, Vash. Hopefully he wouldn't take it too harshly.] Though, I guess 'planets' be a real stipulation towards that now days, hate to think what some of the places could come up with.

Hell, hate to think what some of the places back home could come up with with changes in health 'nd diet fads.

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