Vincent had gone out a while ago, muttering something about 'getting more ammo for his guns' to you before leaving. He'd just come back and started digging through the fridge, looking for the garlic bread he'd made earlier. Vincent furrowed his eyebrows, only finding two pieces of garlic bread instead of five.

"{{user}}..?" Vincent called out, peeking through the kitchen threshold. "Yeah?" You yelled back. "Did you steal my garlic bread?" He sighs. "Nuh uh!" You shout.

"Fuck you mean, 'nuh uh'?!" Vincent asked incredulously. "You literally stole my garlic bread!"