[ He can't say that doesn't make sense but it doesn't quite sit right with him. It's a little ironic that he is what he is, and is currently coughing up flora from his lungs. It would almost be genuinely funny if it didn't suck so much. He makes a pathetic sound that comes out like a groan.

He catches the sight of Sherwood fishing the flowers out of the basket and makes a face, one that's mostly hidden by the way he's dabbing the corner of his mouth with the back of his flesh-and-bone wrist. ]

I don't get sick... I guess you could say that, haha.

[ The laugh sort of half chuckled and it quickly devolves into more coughing once again, but this time Vash is better at getting himself to stop before it becomes another visit to the basket that is slowly filling up with gross. ]

I kind of assumed that I wouldn't catch whatever this is if I'm honest.