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[river_meimei]

When River steps into Serenity's kitchen from Milliways, she's carrying a small bag of tangerines, and a note.

"It's a mail drop," she announces, to the general area of the sink.

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Jayne is not in the general area of the sink, and so he doesn't look up, concentrating instead on his current task (paring his nails with his knife, and letting the parings drop onto the kitchen table.)

You pay attention to Stabby every time she says something random and out of the blue-like, you could end up wasting your whole day.

[river_meimei]

Yeah, and it'd be a terrible thing to go a day without productive things like cutting your nails unhygienically.

River deposits the tangerines in a bowl, very carefully, without bothering to remove them from the bag. She does pull one out, though, and favors it with a careful study as she meanders towards Jayne.

The folded note gets dropped on his head.

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"- hey!"

The note bounces off Jayne's head and onto the table. Jayne, meanwhile, glares at River.

[river_meimei]

"Told you," River informs her tangerine serenely.

She did.

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It is only now that Jayne notices the outside of the note says 'Jayne'.

He promptly snatches it up, and then gives River another suspicious look.

"Am I gonna find some kinda crazy talk in here?"

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...Oh, please, says River's face.

"You'll have to be the detective."

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Muttering something under his breath about when the hell a perfectly good berth turned into a gorram loony bin, anyways, Jayne opens up the note and scans it.


"Lilly give this to you?" he says, looking up.

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River glances over.

"In the wood."

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Patiently enough, for Jayne: "Yes or no question, girl."

[river_meimei]

"It's indirect."

Beat.

With the kind of audible patience that marks the beginnings of frustration, "Bar."

River thinks she was being perfectly clear.

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Yeah, this is why talking to River is never a picnic.


Jayne's brows knit.

"There a reason you was pickin' up my mail?"

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River looks irritated.

"It volunteers."

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"You read it?"

Mail can't volunteer. It's a piece of paper. Obviously, however, it is no use pointing this out to River.

[river_meimei]

River looks a little more irritated. In the duh, Jayne way.

"Got your name."

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"The inside."

Dumb-ass: implied.

[river_meimei]

River addressed that already! Or so says her face.

But she's used to Jayne's sad inability to understand perfectly straightforward explanations, by now.

"Yours."

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Jayne grunts in acknowledgment of this, and folds the paper back up, stuffing it securely in a pocket.

Sure as ruttin' hell it's his.

(And even he's not sure what Lilly's going on about, with the money skirt. Some parts of a dream you forget faster than others.)

This is where a normal person would say thank you.

Jayne says: "You waitin' for a tip?"

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River rolls her eyes and flicks a piece of tangerine rind at his forehead.

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Jayne flicks a fingernail paring back at her.

Tip goes from the served to the server, after all.

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EW, says River's face, as she dodges.

"I'll eat your share," she warns him, and turns away.

See if she brings back enough tangerines for everybody next time, Jayne.