The way Jayne exclaimed like that, and the look on his face, that was worth having to give one of his donuts away. As precious as they are. "Isn't it horrible?" Vash asked the boy, a frown creeping across his face. Of course, he was talking about it the way one would talk about a massacre. "I'm really glad I came in here now! I don't know how anyone could go without it."

Vash wandered over to one of the small tables close by, his coat flopping around heavily thanks to the weight of the water it was still dripping. He sat down with a faint squelch that he ignored, digging in the box for a second donut, one with frosting. And a third, another glazed. Considering how fast he was eating them, it was impossible to do it without making a mess, though Vash was at least uncannily good at dropping as few crumbs as possible. Probably because he was taking so few bites.

He couldn't really give a care about being messy, anyway. It wasn't like there were ladies present. It might've been mean of him, but in his mind the shopkeeper didn't count.