DISCLAIMER: Trigun and its characters belong to Yasuhiro Nightow.

It was after dark when they got home, pushing the bike.

"Oh, there you are, it's about time!" Milly was waiting for them.

"We're awfully sorry, Milly, I never dreamed we'd be this late," Meryl offered.

"Yeah," Vash said. "The stupid bike broke down and we had to push it all the way back here. That's how come we're so late. I'll have to push it into town tomorrow to be fixed."

He went inside. Meryl retrieved the picnic basket from its saddlebag and was headed in when Milly placed a hand on her shoulder. "So the bike broke down?"

Meryl nodded. "Yes."

"And you're so late because you had to walk it back here?"

Another nod. "That's right."

One problem. Milly was not as naïve as people often took her for.

She couldn't hide her smirk. "Nice, try, Meryl, but you both have got-laid grins stuck on your faces, which means you spent most of the day getting them - you two are incapable of being satisfied with one go. And the next time you say it broke down, think about the noise. That thing's so loud I heard you coming a couple kilometers away."

Meryl's cheeks colored deeply at being caught.

Milly laughed and clapped her friend on the back. "At least we know you enjoyed your weekend ride!"