[With Gnosis's advice in mind, Vash plops a new ball of dough into the oil. The oil that's had a melted spoon and a potentially unwashed robot hand in it. Rocking on his heels, he whistles to himself.
He's not going to attempt to make conversation. Nothing like that. Just whistling and humming and eventually, 4 minutes later? He pulls out a lumpy, too-fried ball of dough.
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[With Gnosis's advice in mind, Vash plops a new ball of dough into the oil. The oil that's had a melted spoon and a potentially unwashed robot hand in it. Rocking on his heels, he whistles to himself.
He's not going to attempt to make conversation. Nothing like that. Just whistling and humming and eventually, 4 minutes later? He pulls out a lumpy, too-fried ball of dough.
Oh but he sprinkles some sugar on it, at least?]
Here ya go! One donut.
[Oh, Vash...]