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"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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"Don't got a knife."

Kaylee makes a horrible face at him. "You watch. I'll just get a bigger one."

Mal rolls his eyes and starts digging in his boot to pull out the short blade he habitually keeps there.

"Fine, fine -- " he starts, not really having anything besides a bemused tone in his voice, cutting into the cupcake to reveal chocolate cake under the buttercream frosting. The dessert slices neatly in half and Mal picks up his side so he can slide the remaining half on the plate to Kaylee.

Kaylee beams at him. "Xiexie, captain."

She's a frosting first kind of girl. "I've got a garden started out back. If you're nice, I might start supplyin' you."

"Sounds good. I know Inara'd appreciate that too - she said to say hello at you."

Mal gestures to the abandoned paper and pen at his side. "Was going to write you."

"Oh yeah?" So much for the frosting. "But then you got distracted by a cupcake?"

"I just sat down!" Mal laughs. "I'd've gotten to it."

"Yeah, and it would've showed up with this buttercream business all over it."

Kaylee beams at him again. "So really, you think about it, I did you a favor."

"Or the paper. Shame to waste it with frostings."

"Frosting's tastier than paper," she says decisively.

"You've beaten me there."

After a pause, "How's Simon?"

Kaylee glances up from her half of the cupcake.

"Fine? Why?"

"'Cause I wanted to ask."

The truth is usually that simple.

"You could write him instead of me," Kaylee suggests.

"He was on my list anyhow."

Mal picks at the cake part of his dessert first, popping one or two pieces in his mouth and enjoying them before picking up his pen and rolling it over his knuckles.

"Showoff."

"What -- " Mal looks down at his pen, "This?"

The pen rolls over his knuckles again - and under them.

"Yeah," she says, grinning. "That."

"Well. Thank you."

It seems a tiny thing to him, but now he wants to actually show off.

"'S how I try and keep kind of articulate in my fingers. Does me good. And lets me accidentally show off, according to my audience."

Kaylee leans her chin in her hand. "Captain, ain't much accident to it."

"Kind of an accident? I didn't actually think about it bein' something all that impressive, Kaylee."

Kaylee laughs. "Maybe I just need to get out more."

"Beyond your garden?"

"It's not very excitin' at this season," she points out. "Just green stuff pokin' up. Literally sittin' around and watchin' the grass grow."

"Then you're right; you may need to get out more. Any viable options just yet?"