[ vash lifts his head when wolfwood hangs his, still smiling. ]

Have they set you up with a place to stay yet?

[ he mercifully moves the conversation forward to easier conversation topics. for wolfwood's sake. after swallowing a mouthful of mead, he sees that both their mugs are running low, so he leans back with his tankard held between squeezed knees and fetches them a bottle to share. ]

I'm living above a wood-working shop. I've learned I really like the smell of sawdust. [ laugh. ]