A/N: Most of the dialogue for this one came from a RP session with Shadsie and Sailor Lilith-chan.
Morning Sickness
The Insurance Girls were preparing breakfast when Vash, as immutably goofy as ever, complained of itchiness behind his neck.
"It's really, really annoying," he explained, all the while feigning tears. He reached out to grab a pancake, but was promptly slapped on the hand.
"So scratch it," Meryl said, unmoved. Millie, the more unabashed of the pair, quickly moved to examine the offended area.
"Oh my," she said after a moment. "Mister Vash, you're sprouting feathers! How did this happen?"
"I dunno," the Plant said weakly, "all I know is I woke up this morning feeling really ill..."
"Oh, so is that what they mean by morning sickness?" Millie replied.
A pause, as everyone sweated bullets.
"Um," Meryl stammered by way of correction. "He – he isn't pregnant, Millie."
"Unless you are," Knives added, who had overheard the exchange from his place at the table. "Then I'll gouge out my eyes, your eyes, and the eyes of everyone in this room."
The big girl grinned, put her hand behind her head in a gesture with which everyone was becoming all too familiar.
"Oops!"