[Oh. Oh dear god. His arm is going to be sore for days after that rigorous shaking. But at least it has Vash in decent enough spirits, as a result. There's no holding back the boisterous chuckles that follow at least.]

I'll keep that in mind. And not just because I'm worried enough about ticking off the forest.

[He can't imagine it would be appreciated if someone chewed on part of the all-powerful, vengeful entity that's tormenting them.]

Well, there's a bar you can drink at. Uh, if you can drink. A school that a pal is putting back together. A rec center if, umm... you can fit on the machines. And a kitchen to cook in at the inn?

Oh! And a church to pray at, too!