Vash hadn't eaten in four days.
Usually, he could count on an old friend or a hospitable stranger whenever his money ran out. But friends were hard to find in these secluded outposts.
It was his own fault, his logical side said, but what choice did he have? Those orphans needed the money more than him, and besides, he'd be home tomorrow. He could wait one more day.
The voice ringing in his ears was all too familiar. After a moment of thought, he sighed and trudged on.
He had to admit, that cat was starting to look mighty tasty.