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Wash is gone. Pretty much every member of the crew has chipped in to help with flying at some point; skill levels vary, of course, but it's not complicated to fly in a straight line through the black, or babysit the autopilot. Every night, Zoe silently takes Naomi and leaves for Milliways, to sleep there instead of in their bunk.

All the same, there's work needs doing. Or, maybe, everyone's got extra reasons to seek out work right now. Keep the hands busy and (maybe) the mind quiet.

Either way, it's been a while since River's guns were last cleaned. Which is why she and Mal are sitting at the kitchen table with rags and brushes and oil, guns in various states of disassembly spread before them both.

Date: 2006-09-26 02:20 am (UTC)
e_delmar: (pout)
From: [personal profile] e_delmar
"You don't want him to cook."

Ennis looks very serious.

"Worse'n I am, maybe."


Can't cook, can't shoot, what good is he?

Ennis slides down in the seat a little, one hand going to cuff his arm.


"It'll be good."


He says, like they've agreed to something.

Date: 2006-09-27 12:21 am (UTC)
badinlatin: (exsqueeze me?)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
Mal comes back suddenly -- even if River probably already knew he was there -- with a smile.

And? A small foil container from which a recognizable smell - again, to River - is emanating.

"You get the plates."

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