"They're called glasses. Spectacles."
"Like for specters?" Knives tried to imagine a ghost wearing such a contraption. Rem laughed; Vash pulled them off Knives' nose to inspect for himself.
"No, silly. They help people see."
"They don't help me see." Vash's magnified eyes caught Knives' smirk; he smiled sheepishly. "What?"
"You look weird."
"Rowan wears them. He looks normal." Vash's voice was indignant.
"I don't think it's the glasses..."
"Hey!"
Vash tried to tackle him, but Knives rolled away, laughing. Vash tripped over his own feet trying to change course.
"Ha! Vash, you need glasses!"