150-something wasn't old, sure. As far as Plants went. Probably. Well, whatever it was, Vash's puppy eyes usually worked on Wolfwood anyway, and he wasn't really grumpy when he spoke up again. "You could warn me when you decide we're going out for breakfast." He covered up a yawn and locked his door behind himself. "I don't know why you like it so much when you could have donuts whenever you want, anyway."