[Should it alarm Vash that there's just a bear sitting in this bear's hands? Maybe not. He reaches over, careful not to disturb his own little critter, and offers his hand for a little sniff.]

Awful cute aren't they? Nothing like the worms I'm used to. [He sniffs.] Even reading about Earth couldn't have prepared me for something like this.

[He's rambling, now. Vash might have been the one to propose this particular conversation, but he's not particularly eager to kick it off.]

Honestly, I don't think anything could have prepared me for this.