"You want me to do what?"
The girl giggled softly as the boy explained. He was smooth about it. Didn't use the word 'bastard' once.
"Fine. You want the paperwork version or the wordy version?"
So now he was standing in the back of an empty saloon, reciting words of devotion and eternity over two kids - two and a half, really - while Vash supported the other, very drunk, witness.
"...promise to love him for as long as you live?" Vash mouthed the words behind the girl.
He shouldn't've looked up, dammit. Weddings always made him want to cry.