"Rem, Rem…what's that?"

                "That?"

                "What are they doing?"

                She was quiet for a minute. "He's kissing her, Vash."

                Vash blinked at the image file he had pulled up on the consol screen and scrunched up his nose. "'Kissing?'" He pointed. "With his…?"

                Rem was smiling. "Kissing is something that happens when you really love someone," she explained. "It's…it's…"

                "Like hugging, only with your mouth?" suggested Vash helpfully.

                One of the other crew members smothered a laugh with a cough that, for a moment, drowned out the air control vents overhead.

                Rem nodded. "Exactly, only…it's more special."

                "I understand," said Vash, and, throwing his arms around Rem's neck, bussed her enthusiastically on the cheek.

                Rem sat still, blinking, surprised. Her eyes shined suspiciously.

                "I love you lots, Rem," said Vash, grinning, and then, worriedly, "Did I do it right?"

                "Yes, Vash," said Rem, voice wobbly, and kissed his cheek in turn. "You do it perfect."

                Vash laughed, delighted with this new thing. Hopping out of the console's chair, instinctively tossing back his mane of long, impossibly golden hair, he hurried out the automatic doors and down the corridor, impatient to find Knives and tell him about this "kissing" business.