[When he walks in, he can't help but give Vash a raised eyebrow. But he's already got an idea of what you've been up to, as he sits down and hefts his cross next to him.]
You and your flowers. Hope you didn't trek mud through here; Meryl'll have your head on a platter.
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You and your flowers. Hope you didn't trek mud through here; Meryl'll have your head on a platter.