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"Unless you fly into another ship, or get caught by some moon's gravity. You might have a reckless streak some might call a death-wish, but not everyone else does."

Have I ever hit another ship when I didn't intend to?

"Not yet, but you have gotten caught in a moon's gravity."

He threads their way over to Bar to see what's on the menu for tonight.

"Face it, Starbuck, we're not all as good or as lucky as you are."

I wouldn't have gotten caught if Hot Dog had obeyed orders and I hadn't been protecting his ass.

*She follows him*

"You would have been dead if Hotdog hadn't been following orders. You nearly were anyway. I was in CIC, Kara, I saw your attack."

Well, I had nuggets to take care of. Did you want me to let them get killed?

"I wanted you all to get the hell out of there."

He shakes his head, leaning against Bar's surface.

"That's not the point at hand."

The point at hand, I think, is that you disapprove of the way I fly.

"The point is, that I disapprove of the way you keep trying to get yourself killed. There are methods just as effective that aren't as dangerous."

He shakes his head.

"Gods, I worry about you enough out there as it is."

Don't worry about me. When I go, it's my time and worrying about it won't change that. Meantime, I'm here, and I'm in your bed every night.

"I worry about everyone when they're out there and I can't cover your asses."

He leans forward to brush his lips across hers.

"It's not too far of a stretch to worry about you too."

*She shrugs*

If you worry about me, will you feed me too?

"That's why we're here, isn't it? What are you feeling for?"

He leans back, hooking a finger in one of her beltloops casually.

Hmmm...Pasta...Chocolate...and Lee for dessert.

*She leans in to nip his lower lip*

"Pasta and chocolate? Interesting choice."

He grins , kissing her back and turns to order pasta with chocolate sauce for her, and maybe some more traditional tomato for him.

*She thwaps him on the arm*

Not together, asshole.

He laughs, rubbing his arm.

"Okay, okay. Bar, can we please have some sort of unidentified pasta, and something equally unspecified chocolate for that which is not dessert?"

Dessert comes after the rest of the meal. Bar, something fun and chocolate. And two pints of Guinness.

*They end up with pasta jambalaya and individual chocolate praline volcano cakes. And the Guinness comes as...watermelon daquiris?*

"That's not Guinness."

It's a good thing Lee doesn't have his mun's aversion to melon.

"The rest of it looks good though."

Looks fruity. Very Ellen Tigh. But it's probably alcoholic...

Lee sniffs it.

"If it's alcoholic, it's very Ellen Tigh, she doesn't much care about anything else."

He takes a sip.

"I don't know how it'll go with dinner, but it's not too bad."

*She tries it*

I don't know if I can drink this in pants. Pretty sure it would have to be in some flippy little skirt.

He grins. Kind of a lot.

"I'll wait if you want to change."

*She shrugs*

Guess I could...There's a couple skirts in the closet I haven't worn...

*She winks and races up the stairs*

He hadn't really expected her to actually do it. He blinks after her for a minute before shaking his head and moving their dinner over to a table nearby.

And waits.