[ the person she's trying to make a bet with has the upper half of their face obscured by a bouquet of shifting wings. unlike hilda, their mouth is free to taste from the wine glass they already have halfway to their mouth. ]
A wager?
[ his voice might sound familiar to hilda, if she cares to remember. vash hadn't bothered with modulating his voice. his smile is familiar, too, warm as a pleasant afternoon.
he can apparently see through the chaos of pearlescent feathers because he leans slightly to peer at the cartoonishly-colored quiche. ]
b. a guest must always be polite and finish all the food on their plate.
A wager?
[ his voice might sound familiar to hilda, if she cares to remember. vash hadn't bothered with modulating his voice. his smile is familiar, too, warm as a pleasant afternoon.
he can apparently see through the chaos of pearlescent feathers because he leans slightly to peer at the cartoonishly-colored quiche. ]
What sort of wager?