They're not that hard-ass about the exact shade. Are they?
[ ??? He's not like, a total idiot when it comes to the intricacies of romance but also is he not close enough??? He'll leave to go find a shop clerk lost in the mazeways of fabrics and various wedding accoutrements, who takes one look at the cloth and goes "That's Arcadian White, is that what you're looking for?"
He just gives Vash this exact look. ]
Uh... no. Ivory.
[ "Alright! Are you looking more for a light ivory? Warm ivory has been popular lately, stands out more against most environments and warmth is trending right now, especially for those that can afford a small garden wedding..." ]
. . .
[ The mental communication look of 'Well, you're the one that knows Johnny.' ]
[ And while Vash wouldn't mind taking another trip for Joseph to get it right, he knows that there's some weight to this... Joseph wants a perfect wedding and for nothing to go wrong.
With their search for the closest color expert and clerk, Vash trails after and can be seen over Wolfwood's shoulder, greeting the person with a smile. A smile that looks confused as the color names start hitting. Arcadian White??? When Wolfwood looks at him, he looks back.
And keeps looking at him as the the clerk shows their know-how, reminding him he absolutely Does Not and Wolfwood likely Does Not. Opening his mouth, he tries to come up with something, only to close it because it doesn't come fast enough. Uh... Turns his attention to the clerk, smile still there. ]
Any that has leaves and apples lace details—if we can see them?
The clerk smiles politely at their awkward silence and staring at each other until Vash follows up, beaming a little more. I decree them not a retail worker on their wits end, they work here because they're passionate about weddings.
"Sure of course we have all sorts of prints, and even customs as the situation requires it! May I ask, is it for...?" ]
A friend.
[ They laugh. "Oh yes, we'll want to get everything just right for your friend then!" as they get taken to a corner of the tablecloths section that's definitely a bit more colourful, but the details are on point. Definitely leaves and fruits, and the clerk pulls out a number of ivory and ivory-adjacent samples with apples on them.
Wolfwood sidles closer to Vash and looks at all of these like holy shit. ]
Fuck, we should've brought phones back as a present.
[ Taking and sending pictures would save their ass right now. ]
[ They're suffering from decision paralysis... Which is not something Vash often has to deal with. He gives the clerk a hearty thanks when they splay the samples for them, then divulges details about Marin and Joseph. Mostly their love story to where they are now, wedding, with a hint of Joseph is a perfectionist.
Maybe that'll help set some standard of what they're looking for, in the case the clerk has a better idea than them.
[ IT'S NOT EVEN DECISION PARALYSIS MORE THAN IT'S LIKE WTF DOES JOSEPH WANT. This is terrible. The pressure is on with apparently Joe being particular about his tastes. ]
I don't fuckin' know. Couldn't be me.
[ Lord, he'd be fine with a backyard wedding. At least the clerk is nice enough to show them a handful of samples that they think would be best based on a rough estimate. Wolfwood takes them and looks at them. ]
Do we wanna just... pick one and take it back, or we resigned to two round trips?
...I think you should get the ship fitted to accept texts.
I'm sure Joseph will understand if we pick the wrong one... the texting is a good idea, though. I'll pass the suggestion along when we get back.
[ Vash is casual because the wedding isn't so soon where this is urgent. It's simply the first decision Joseph has made aside from the date.
With hands on his hips, he looks at the samples again. They are slightly different and yet he would not notice if they weren't splayed before him as swatches. Vash refers to the clerk again as one last ditch effort. ]
Mind if we picked your brain? So the wedding will be outdoors and they'll be grass, but we do have some structures that are white. Pure white?
[ He ain't got the double dollars to waste on the wrong wedding cloth even on someone else's dime. This shit's so expensive as it is! He'd do it on the GHG's expenses but not the Colony's. The clerk immediately is just like --
"A newer type of wedding then!" Because of the grass. "By pure white, are we meaning a completely neutral white? Ivory tends to be a warmer colour, so that might conflict a little with the overall cooler environment, but if we don't mind going even warmer then it could offer a wonderful rustic vibe --"
They bust out the example pictures. They're all colour palettes and illustrations because greengrass weddings aren't main enough, it's only been so long since the Earth fleets arrived and terraforming No Man's Land has begun for real. Still, this person is good at their job and it's enough to make Wolfwood be like 'oh yeah, this colour palette does look bad.'
...Well, at any rate, they'll finally get a few sample squares. They're free to keep looking around or take these home. ]
[ Woah. He's sucked into the topic when visual start coming out. There aren't a lot of examples, but enough variety between the whole portfolio to get a basic understanding.
At the end, Vash blinks a bit as they're back to their ordeal of choosing a table cloth. ]
... When they put it that way, it's really easy to see which look good and which don't.
[ Vash is honestly amazed by this color theory lecture they've been given. This wasn't on his little day trip with Wolfwood bingo and whether he will apply this in his life later on he doesn't know. Still fun to learn, though. They also got a recommendation.
With that, he thinks they're knowledgeable enough to make an educated decision. The clerk will prepare their package for them for the amount requested. ]
[ He will not do anything with this information. Unless Vash surprisingly decides they should have a wedding in which case he supposes he will remember some of these. He probably won't be a Joseph though. ]
[ They would have a very lax and laidback wedding without fussing over the extreme details. He goes quiet... As he thinks about the little shops they passed by, pausing dramatically because it did not take him long to make a choice. ]
We passed by a place that specializes in French toast.
[ The clerk returns with a box! These are yours. ]
His eyes light up when the question comes up, even though it was asked... And he set this up... The conclusion has been predetermined since the start. Vash will hold out the door for him. ]
[ Nerd-ass. Unfortuately he feels affection for this. Fucking bastard. He's gonna strangle him one of these days when he feels less fond. ]
Alright then, come on.
[ Back the road they came and to the French place. Wolfwood peers in through the window as they traipse towards the door, holding up a peace sign when they ask how many. Table for two, please. She'll guide them to a quaint little table, one of them circular ones, with a woven basket of utensils in a neat red gingham napkin. How cute.
[ STRANGLE HIM FOR WANTING A TREAT? The whole time that they're in the process of getting seated, Vash takes a look around and mouths a "ohhh" because it's quite quaint. They even have fake plants to give it a green feel without having actual green.
This is all very cute! Once seated, it's time to tackle their order. ]
Okay. [ Flipping through the menu. I've decided it has pages. Vash's eyes are wide as he goes through the list, slowly becoming overwhelmed by variety. ] I didn't expect there to be so many items on the menu...?
It's probably those with the regular sized font but there's so much space between each item. And also for some reason, no pictures. It's one of those. ]
It's just all French toast with toppings, how complicated can it be?
[ Peering at the menu in Vash's hands, even if it's upside down for him. ]
[ It can be one of those and gives Vash the impression that it's fancy, even though he has worked at cafes before. I've assigned ten items, but it's something you can flip and there are MORE toasts. He will do that for Wolfwood...
Then, belatedly, realize Wolfwood can't read upside down. The menu is turned 90 degrees like that's the halfway point for both of them to be able to ready, but that's stupid, so he also ends up turning it again so it's facing Wolfwood entirely.
[ How dare you assume he can't read upside down, maybe he can. He does have his head a little bit tilted like an owl though, a gesture that follows when the menu is truned around for him. ]
Just pick two you want, or somethin'. Chocolate and maple?
[ Listen, he's trying to make it easier on him! What's wrong with that? See? It's easier like this, isn't it? Vash doesn't need to tilt his head to read it... Just kidding, he tilts his head just a little, but then his mouth shapes in a o when Wolfwood lays down some choices. ]
[ Maple syrup can exist if Tabasco does especially since in this all-American canon we love pancakes. However I am just assigning him not a pancake eater. ]
I have! Or whatever syrup they use for pancakes and waffles... I think it's agave syrup, though.
[ Not all cities can have actual maple syrup. Vash is obviously not picky since he waves down a server to order their French! One probably chocolate and maple while the other will be cream and berries so they can have a variety.
...
For a second, the server looks at them, then at Vash, "you look familiar..."
[ He just silently mouths 'Christ' at Vash getting semi-recognised in public. The usual. He's nonchalant about it though, his specialty. The less attention he pays to it and the more unbothered he comes off, the more people are usually willing to let it go. Worst case scenario though, he's always got a S&W tucked away on his beltline.
He eyes the waffles, particularly the one loaded with cream and berries a bit, before he comments. ]
Oh, yeah. Sorry, dropped my fork earlier while we were waitin'. Mind getting me a new one? Oh yeah, and can you smoke in here?
[ Just to pull the waiter's attention elsewhere. ]
[ The server is distracted by the change of topic. Good work, Wolfwood, even though Vash has a whole story already prepared in the matter of a second. They said they will get him another fork right away, but unfortunately they don't allow smoking... It would disturb the other guests and interfere with the experience. Sorry. ]
No worries! My buddy here will be fine to not smoke for two toasts worth.
[ A bright smile where the server feels there's no doubt that they're both good guys, especially when the golden retriever facade is So Strong. They tell them if they need them, to wave them down! Enjoy your french toast.
... And Vash is ogling them... ]
They look so good! [ Though he steals a glance at Wolfwood—he drags the choco maple waffle closer to him. ] I'll start with this one.
[ That gets Vash a shove under the table with his knee for that. Even though he's right. If the waiter hadn't told him no he would have smoked right now out of spite. Now he's grumpy (not real). ]
Yeah, yeah. Don't get too married to that one, this one looks sweet as hell.
[ Loaded with whipped cream as it is. Chomping on a bit of good ol' waffle bread though. Tastee... ]
[ SO WOLFWOOD DID NOT WANT THE CREAM ONE? Vash misread this and despite that he will gently knock Wolfwood's shin under the table. Stop that. They're not here to fight in an establishment.
Smile on his face, though. Angelic! ]
I know, I know. We're sharing anyway since I want to try that one, too!
[ He cuts the french toast and has a bit bite off his fork, chewing sooooooo happily. ]
[ He doesn't have a massive sweet tooth... so much whipped cream...
He returns the knock but like 5% harder. It's always like this. Above-table, he also grins. Slightly less angelic. But also at least a little bit genuinely angelic because it's always nice to see Vash actually enjoying things. ]
Wanna swap half a plate?
[ Just dump half his waffle on Vash's and vice versa. ]
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[ ??? He's not like, a total idiot when it comes to the intricacies of romance but also is he not close enough??? He'll leave to go find a shop clerk lost in the mazeways of fabrics and various wedding accoutrements, who takes one look at the cloth and goes "That's Arcadian White, is that what you're looking for?"
He just gives Vash this exact look. ]
Uh... no. Ivory.
[ "Alright! Are you looking more for a light ivory? Warm ivory has been popular lately, stands out more against most environments and warmth is trending right now, especially for those that can afford a small garden wedding..." ]
. . .
[ The mental communication look of 'Well, you're the one that knows Johnny.' ]
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[ And while Vash wouldn't mind taking another trip for Joseph to get it right, he knows that there's some weight to this... Joseph wants a perfect wedding and for nothing to go wrong.
With their search for the closest color expert and clerk, Vash trails after and can be seen over Wolfwood's shoulder, greeting the person with a smile. A smile that looks confused as the color names start hitting. Arcadian White??? When Wolfwood looks at him, he looks back.
And keeps looking at him as the the clerk shows their know-how, reminding him he absolutely Does Not and Wolfwood likely Does Not. Opening his mouth, he tries to come up with something, only to close it because it doesn't come fast enough. Uh... Turns his attention to the clerk, smile still there. ]
Any that has leaves and apples lace details—if we can see them?
[ WHAT THE FUCK ]
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The clerk smiles politely at their awkward silence and staring at each other until Vash follows up, beaming a little more. I decree them not a retail worker on their wits end, they work here because they're passionate about weddings.
"Sure of course we have all sorts of prints, and even customs as the situation requires it! May I ask, is it for...?" ]
A friend.
[ They laugh. "Oh yes, we'll want to get everything just right for your friend then!" as they get taken to a corner of the tablecloths section that's definitely a bit more colourful, but the details are on point. Definitely leaves and fruits, and the clerk pulls out a number of ivory and ivory-adjacent samples with apples on them.
Wolfwood sidles closer to Vash and looks at all of these like holy shit. ]
Fuck, we should've brought phones back as a present.
[ Taking and sending pictures would save their ass right now. ]
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Maybe that'll help set some standard of what they're looking for, in the case the clerk has a better idea than them.
In a low whisper only Wolfwood can hear: ]
Why are there so many?
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I don't fuckin' know. Couldn't be me.
[ Lord, he'd be fine with a backyard wedding. At least the clerk is nice enough to show them a handful of samples that they think would be best based on a rough estimate. Wolfwood takes them and looks at them. ]
Do we wanna just... pick one and take it back, or we resigned to two round trips?
...I think you should get the ship fitted to accept texts.
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[ Vash is casual because the wedding isn't so soon where this is urgent. It's simply the first decision Joseph has made aside from the date.
With hands on his hips, he looks at the samples again. They are slightly different and yet he would not notice if they weren't splayed before him as swatches. Vash refers to the clerk again as one last ditch effort. ]
Mind if we picked your brain? So the wedding will be outdoors and they'll be grass, but we do have some structures that are white. Pure white?
Which of these would you recommend?
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[ He ain't got the double dollars to waste on the wrong wedding cloth even on someone else's dime. This shit's so expensive as it is! He'd do it on the GHG's expenses but not the Colony's. The clerk immediately is just like --
"A newer type of wedding then!" Because of the grass. "By pure white, are we meaning a completely neutral white? Ivory tends to be a warmer colour, so that might conflict a little with the overall cooler environment, but if we don't mind going even warmer then it could offer a wonderful rustic vibe --"
They bust out the example pictures. They're all colour palettes and illustrations because greengrass weddings aren't main enough, it's only been so long since the Earth fleets arrived and terraforming No Man's Land has begun for real. Still, this person is good at their job and it's enough to make Wolfwood be like 'oh yeah, this colour palette does look bad.'
...Well, at any rate, they'll finally get a few sample squares. They're free to keep looking around or take these home. ]
I learned a lot.
[ Sort of. ]
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At the end, Vash blinks a bit as they're back to their ordeal of choosing a table cloth. ]
... When they put it that way, it's really easy to see which look good and which don't.
[ Vash is honestly amazed by this color theory lecture they've been given. This wasn't on his little day trip with Wolfwood bingo and whether he will apply this in his life later on he doesn't know. Still fun to learn, though. They also got a recommendation.
With that, he thinks they're knowledgeable enough to make an educated decision. The clerk will prepare their package for them for the amount requested. ]
We did it!
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[ He will not do anything with this information. Unless Vash surprisingly decides they should have a wedding in which case he supposes he will remember some of these. He probably won't be a Joseph though. ]
'Kay. So, anything else to grab in town?
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We passed by a place that specializes in French toast.
[ The clerk returns with a box! These are yours. ]
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So you wanna grab a bite of French toast?
[ What's a French. ]
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His eyes light up when the question comes up, even though it was asked... And he set this up... The conclusion has been predetermined since the start. Vash will hold out the door for him. ]
Yeah, it looks really good.
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Alright then, come on.
[ Back the road they came and to the French place. Wolfwood peers in through the window as they traipse towards the door, holding up a peace sign when they ask how many. Table for two, please. She'll guide them to a quaint little table, one of them circular ones, with a woven basket of utensils in a neat red gingham napkin. How cute.
The menu is just varieties of French toasts ... ]
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This is all very cute! Once seated, it's time to tackle their order. ]
Okay. [ Flipping through the menu. I've decided it has pages. Vash's eyes are wide as he goes through the list, slowly becoming overwhelmed by variety. ] I didn't expect there to be so many items on the menu...?
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It's probably those with the regular sized font but there's so much space between each item. And also for some reason, no pictures. It's one of those. ]
It's just all French toast with toppings, how complicated can it be?
[ Peering at the menu in Vash's hands, even if it's upside down for him. ]
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Then, belatedly, realize Wolfwood can't read upside down. The menu is turned 90 degrees like that's the halfway point for both of them to be able to ready, but that's stupid, so he also ends up turning it again so it's facing Wolfwood entirely.
There's also a drinks menu separate. ]
It's more like the combination of toppings...
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Just pick two you want, or somethin'. Chocolate and maple?
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You ever had maple syrup?
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[ Maple syrup can exist if Tabasco does especially since in this all-American canon we love pancakes. However I am just assigning him not a pancake eater. ]
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[ Not all cities can have actual maple syrup. Vash is obviously not picky since he waves down a server to order their French! One probably chocolate and maple while the other will be cream and berries so they can have a variety.
...
For a second, the server looks at them, then at Vash, "you look familiar..."
Vash blinks like ten times in three seconds. ]
Yeah! I stop by every once in a while!
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He eyes the waffles, particularly the one loaded with cream and berries a bit, before he comments. ]
Oh, yeah. Sorry, dropped my fork earlier while we were waitin'. Mind getting me a new one? Oh yeah, and can you smoke in here?
[ Just to pull the waiter's attention elsewhere. ]
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No worries! My buddy here will be fine to not smoke for two toasts worth.
[ A bright smile where the server feels there's no doubt that they're both good guys, especially when the golden retriever facade is So Strong. They tell them if they need them, to wave them down! Enjoy your french toast.
... And Vash is ogling them... ]
They look so good! [ Though he steals a glance at Wolfwood—he drags the choco maple waffle closer to him. ] I'll start with this one.
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Yeah, yeah. Don't get too married to that one, this one looks sweet as hell.
[ Loaded with whipped cream as it is. Chomping on a bit of good ol' waffle bread though. Tastee... ]
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Smile on his face, though. Angelic! ]
I know, I know. We're sharing anyway since I want to try that one, too!
[ He cuts the french toast and has a bit bite off his fork, chewing sooooooo happily. ]
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He returns the knock but like 5% harder. It's always like this. Above-table, he also grins. Slightly less angelic. But also at least a little bit genuinely angelic because it's always nice to see Vash actually enjoying things. ]
Wanna swap half a plate?
[ Just dump half his waffle on Vash's and vice versa. ]
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