"But they're yours," The Stampede protested diligently - even outlaws had some lines that they'd never cross. And one of those was eating another guy's food when the said guy was in the room.
Then Vash blinked, thought a bit on what Wolfwood was doing, and finally replied optimistically, laughing slightly halfway through it. "Oh! Yeah, that works, doesn't it? It's a bit weird to open a window on a breezy day and not get sand everywhere, huh?"