"Hey, dad," Vash greeted happily enough, grinning widely. He could always count on his parents to brighten the day, if Ivy was at work and Stork was held up with Amy. He'd just managed set the box down next to the coat rack and try to get a handshake out of his father before, on reflex, he promptly did as Mother Said. "Shucks, mom, I'm getting a bit old for the hug routine, aren't I~?"
Of course he wasn't. But it was a bit odd to have to stoop to hold his own mother... Ah well. No reason to think on it. "-- Of course I will! What's for dinner, anyway? Smells really good."