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Kaylee is sitting at the bar with a cookbook and a beer.

Because there's a nice kitchen at her disposal at Southdown Abbey, and no doubt the Shepherds wouldn't mind if she did a little bit of cooking practice. Especially if they got to eat the results.

And if she's a little bit distracted by the whole getting-married-in-a-few-days thing...suppose that's forgivable.

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"...well, yeah."

Early's not stupid.

Early smiles.

And eats his rice.

Kaylee looks a little exasperated, and then shakes her head.

Jubal Early is never going to be nice.

Early ~~PLOTS HER IMMINENT DEMISE!!!~~ pauses to wash down his food with more water, and says, "How's the doctor doing?"

Aaaaand we're back to wary.

"...fine."

"Did him a favor," Early says reflectively. "Glad it's worked out. Man should know what he's dealing with on the operating table."

He pushes some rice together. "Cap'n doing okay, too?"

"Shiny," says Kaylee.

A little darkly.

"Good to hear." Early is all genial and shit. "And the grandfather?"

"Whose?"

Kaylee's are dead, and have been for a while.

"Old man. Passenger. Still with you?"

He has no interest in shepherds, but that ain't a shepherd.

Kaylee looks at him for a moment.

A long moment.

"He never married."

Early wrinkles his nose.

And says, "Huh?"

"He weren't nobody's grandpa."

He looks puzzled.

And, after a moment, back down at his rice.

Least it don't give him nonsensical answers.

Kaylee drinks her beer.

At least her beer's not a mean bounty hunter.

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