[ it wasn't his intention to make vash laugh. it was just an aftereffect, a ripple in the water after putting your hand in. He's never fuckin experienced grass before, and like hell he was gonna sit here and ask something so infantile to vash like 'can you eat it'.
Because clearly it smells nice, and there are other people lying on it--so it can't be poisonous. And he's eaten worse things in his life, so. As he sits here, chewing on that blade of... kind'a gross tasting 'grass', contemplating it as ... Vash loses his goddamn mind laughing.

Okay, maybe it's. Just a little bit infectious, because by the time Vash speaks, Wolfwood might be smirking. Just a little bit.

He's not even gonna spit the piece of chewed grass out. It goes down his throat, and he keeps staring at vash like HE's the weird one here. ]

Don't fucking kick it in a way I can't save you from, idiot. Breathe. In and out, ya remember how to do that, yeah?

[ ...yeah, maybe he will get up. His mouth tastes weird, now. ]

I ain't got any money. You gonna' treat me to some grub, then? You at least owe me.