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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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"Of--" She breaks off and raises her eyebrows. "Of here. Wow."

Inara reaches for the cupcake, peels the paper off and holds it up to her husband's mouth. "Eat it. You deserve it, Cap'n."

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"You are ridiculous," he quips, but he bites into the cupcakes and takes a chunk of it with him regardless.

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"You love me, regardless." She murmurs, setting the cupcake back down on the paper.

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"So I'm told."

Mal throws his left arm around Inara's shoulder, playing with the pen he'd requested around the tips of his pointer and middle fingers with his thumb.

"Got some folk I ain't talked to for a spell; thought I'd write 'em, see what was up."

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She leans against him, watching him play with the pen. "Sounds good. Who all are you thinking about writing?"

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"Couple o' contacts, looking out for a job and all.

"Moiraine. Lilly.

"Kaylee 'n the Doc."

He tries to make it all sound easy.

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Her hand goes to his knee under the table and she squeezes lightly. "Tell them hello from me."

She says nothing about missing them, about missing Kaylee and Simon. She feels it will open another can of worms she can't afford to clean up right now. Or ever.

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The request just gets a quiet "Shi a". They've covered that ground enough times before.

"I'm doin' alright, actually. Just - I need a job, I think. Something to focus."

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"I understand that." She nods, her fingers still stroking his leg idly. "We'll get you one. Exciting new crime."

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Just so long as Mal doesn't let himself get shot.

"River could use the activity too."

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Yes. Not getting shot is imperative.

"You all could. Jayne's looking jumpy lately." She tries a smile. "You all need something to do."

We is the unspoken part of that. They all need.

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"You too - I'm not blind," Mal smiles.

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Inara turns slightly to kiss him quickly. "I know. It'll work out. We'll figure it all out."

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"Until then?"

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"I'm going to make your mother teach me how to make pie." Inara says. It sounds like she's just come up with this idea.


Spoiler: she has.

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"At least wear an apron."

Dry cleaning on Inara's dresses are ridiculous.

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"I'm going to try to find something...suitable to cook in."


Which means raiding Mal's closet and using his stuff.

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Mal levels a decent glare.

"Use the short sleeved ones."

He knows.

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She laughs again, eyes bright as she grins up at him. "Yessir."

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"Damn straight."

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"What kind of pie would you prefer, Captain Reynolds?" She watches him. "One of these pies is going to have to be hidden away so Jayne doesn't eat it all...might as well be the one you want."

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"I'd be doin' solid with apple, really. Or anything my beautiful wife decided to share with me."

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"Apple it is." :D

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[ooc: Fade there? We've got a slowtime in Mal's LJ too.]