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[badinlatin]

"Five years."

Mal never remembers these things on his own. It's more when he steps up to the bar and he receives a note of congratulations from his mother the Barman and a cupcake from the bar.

"Wow."

Mal orders a Coke to go with the cupcake, requesting also a pad of paper and a ballpoint pen to get some notes written out for later.

Come on by when he settles into a booth. He's got the time, apparently.

[ooc: open. very open. not so open anymore! off to bed. <333]

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[tobeclosetohim]

"I never pegged you for a cupcake man."

The second to last word is pressed on.

[badinlatin]

Mal tries hard not to smile. Isn't he supposed to be all grumpy anyhow?

"Been comin' to Milliways for five years today, apparently. Ma 'n the bar thought they'd have their fun.

"'Sides - dessert's okay by me."

[tobeclosetohim]

"Huh. Five years."

The smirk folds toward a smile.
Maybe it catches more toward thoughtful.

Her words replaced themselves on the way out.
She means it without a bite. She doesn't know.


"Is that long here?"

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

Charlie is not far off, thumbing through that big book of poetry he's been using of late. He notices a face he's seen before. In a picture frame. In Sallie's house.

"Excuse me...you're Malcolm Reynolds, right?"

[badinlatin]

"...Do I get to ask who wants to know first?"

Usually folk who want to know who Mal is don't really want to know for a good reason.

"I'm not sharing the cupcake."

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"Wasn't planning to ask for any." Do thieves share, anyway? "My name's Charlie. I'm friends with your mother." Lord, that sounds odd.

[makesmeatease]

"Where's my cupcake?" Inara frowns as she pushes into the booth next to him, making him scoot over, whether he wants to or not. Hah!

[badinlatin]

"Bar likes me better?"

Mal scoots down, bringing the cupcake with him so Inara cannot try and steal it.

[makesmeatease]

Inara laughs. "Oh, right. That's funny, Mal."

[trigger_man]

There's a familiar face sitting a short distance down the bar; a familiar face that glances over, squints for a moment, then looks away.

Despite the resemblance, Jack's assuming that that face recognizes isn't Richard Castle. He can't quite see Castle in an outfit like that.

[badinlatin]

Meanwhile, Mal knows Jack's face rather rutting well.

But he's different, in a way Mal doesn't - can't really follow.

"Jack?"

[trigger_man]

Jack turns back, squinting slightly again. So either it is Castle, in costume for some reason, or maybe it's Bill Pardy. He hasn't actually met Bill yet, but he'd gotten a preview of the resemblance when everyone had switched bodies.

"Castle?" he asks, tentatively.

[gonna_live]

Someone's leaning over the top of the booth.

"Can I have some?"

Kaylee looks a little sheepish.

[badinlatin]

Mal looks far too bright for such a simple question.

"Think so. If you want."

[gonna_live]

"I can't bake," she confides, slipping in to have a seat. "I'm workin' on it. But I'm not doin' all that great."

[blue_raz]

"Hello Bill Pardy."

[badinlatin]

"Who?"

Because Mal enjoys being a little difficult.

He doesn't look that much like Bill. He hopes.

[blue_raz]

"ahh," said Raziel, "You have the same face."

[blue_ajah]

A slender woman in a simple blue wool dress is settled at a corner table with a cup of tea.

She glances up, and offers him a smile that manages to convey both serenity and warmth.

"Malcolm Reynolds. Light illumine."

[badinlatin]

"Moiraine."

Mal's tone comes all out in a rush; he'd been unwrapping the paper off his cupcake and it slipped in his hands - he has buttercream frosting on two fingertips now. He licks them off quickly and remembers not to stick that hand out to shake.

"Uh -- how are you?"

[blue_ajah]

"Not unwell," she murmurs, still smiling. "And yourself?"

[simon_doctor]

"Captain."

Simon -- well, not to put too fine a point on it, Simon looks delighted.

[badinlatin]

Mal looks much the same way actually.

(It saves him a letter.)

"Doc. Sit. Wait - get somethin' to drink, then sit."

[smallestopener]

"Mal!"

Ingress waves from the back door and then hurries over to the booth. She's just got inside from visiting Mr. Julia.

"Hi!"

Ooh, he has a cupcake.

ooc: slowtime if I didn't catch you? *grins hopefully*

[badinlatin]

"Hey, lil' one," Mal beams. "You're here to steal my dessert, I just know it -- "