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[river_meimei]

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.

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[river_meimei]

River gives him a funny look, though she's standing up even as she does so.

"Pistols," she informs him, "are an unorthodox place setting. Ask 'Nara."

All the same, she does fetch the plates, and two pairs of chopsticks and a fork, and even remembers to wash her hands first. She deposits them on the smaller side table, though, away from the guns.

And there's not much more talk about guns or shooting until it's time to put away the dishes and clean up both tables. (Really, there's not too much more talk in general, despite Mal's efforts, because River is occupied with her dumplings and Ennis is, as ever, occupied with being taciturn.) But it's comfortable, and the bao is tasty even if Ennis only picks at his, and that's all that really matters.