Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ No Accounting for Taste ❯ One-Shot

It's Vash. In this restaurant, at her table, no less.

Mama says you can judge a man's vigor by his appetite. Three brothers and two sisters prove her right.

Monica serves him, plate after heaping plate, with perfect courtesy. She watches him devour bite after delectable bite. God, he eats like Papa…

She knots a hand in her apron, fans herself with a menu. The town needs the money, but-not yet. Please, no…yes. Yes. YES-

"Come again," she says, admiring his generous gratuity.

"I will." Vash leaves, smiling.

Me too, Monica thinks, and goes home to clean her pistol.