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[badinlatin]

Mal is more than slightly disgruntled this morning, so he decided to leave Serenity and Inara's dulcimer practice for some bacon and gorram eggs. Best thing in the 'verse.

There will probably be some manful loitering about the bar before he goes to check in on his mother, but Mal's here for a while.

[ooc: workslow, but the captain needed an EP.]

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[not_his_pa]

Bar convinced William that resting his elbow on a pillow will help and so he's at the counter with a big mug of coffee, resting his elbow and reading one of his dime novels.

When Mal comes in, he looks over because he sort of looks like a cavalry officer or a former cavalry out of uniform.

[badinlatin]

Something like that.

At the bar, Mal pats the top like he would shake someone's hand, asking for his breakfast, and, "No skippin' the syrup this time, xiexie."

He even asked nicely.

[not_his_pa]

"Syrup for what, sir?"

Syrup's usually for pancakes or biscuits sometimes and William's always seeing new things to eat here.

[badinlatin]

Such blasphemy!

"The bacon. Not that the folk in my 'verse appreciate a good meal at all ever, but bacon and eggs and syrup's the way to do things."

[not_his_pa]

"Oh, yeah, its also good on sausage. Why wouldn't they appreciate that, sounds good?"

[badinlatin]

"Because some people think that I should eat gorram protein when there's a magic bar that will give me food that looks like food."

Wives suck like that.

[not_his_pa]

"Protein?"

William eats when he's here because it means there's more for Mark at home but that doesn't sound like that he means.

[badinlatin]

"It's this -- "

Mal holds up his hands to form an awkward shaped block in the air.

" -- molded paste gou pi that is easy to keep on spaceships for a long period of time, but easy to get tired of."

[sunbaked_baker]

"Cinnamon roll to go with that?" asks a nearby baker carrying a tray.

Each roll on the tray is still warm from the oven, gooey with cinnamon-sugar and homemade vanilla icing, and roughly the size of a human skull.

[badinlatin]

"It's as big as my face."

This is apparently a yes. "I need a plate."

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae's answering smile could (metaphorically) light the room.

"No problem," she laughs. Bartending experience means she knows where things are kept (though sometimes she swears that some of the cabinets hold differen things each time she looks). One of the humongous cinnamon rolls is set carefully on a plate, and served to the captain.

She even throws in a couple of napkins for free!

[badinlatin]

Mal grunts his approval when the confection monstrosity gets set in front of him. He orders a coffee to go along with it before ripping off a piece and tries it.

"O' 'y go'."

[sunbaked_baker]

This is Rae's smug face.

One doesn't go into the feeding people business for the wages (which aren't much) or the hours (which are horrible). One goes into it for the look on someone's face when they take the first delicious bite into something one made.

"Glad you approve."

[badinlatin]

"If you ever need a new job, I can import you to my 'verse and we could take over a planet or two with these."

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae laughs. "I'll keep that in mind."

It'll be a pleasant diversion next time she's stressed at work and swearing that a job in one of the factories would be preferable.

"If you wanted to take some back with you, you wouldn't be the first. A friend of mine here used to take a bakery bag to work with her every week or so, to share with her coworkers. Cinnamon rolls, Caramel Cataclysms, Chocoholia, Lemon Lechery..."

[badinlatin]

Mal's mouth drops.

"I'm going to desperately require the chocolate one and the lemon one."

[mnr_splinter]

The doorway to the Staff Hallway swings open, and through it pads a four foot tall rat in a maroon kimono. His walking stick keeps a steady time as he makes his way over towards Bar. He might even be humming a bit under his breath.

Though...it's likely that Mal wouldn't recognize the tune.
(Someday Splinter will forgive his son for the Salt n' Pepa earworm. Today is not that day.)

[badinlatin]

There are only so many humanoid cane-using kimono-wearing rats in the bar, and Mal's mother is a friend of one.

"Splinter?"

Might as well say hello.

[mnr_splinter]

His ears turn towards his name a few seconds before his head does.
Whiskers twitch.

"Yes?"

[badinlatin]

"Just makin' sure you're you. Heard a number of tales starring you and your boys."

Just be vague as hell about it all.

After a second. "Mal Reynolds."

[mnr_splinter]

His expression changes the moment the man gives his name. Splinter pads over towards where Mal is seated and gives the man a small bow.

"Oh! Hello Mister Reynolds. It is very nice to finally make your acquaintance, for I too have heard many a tale about your exploits."

[badinlatin]

Immediately with the correcting of the 'Mister': "Ma will kill me if I let you call me 'Mister'. And hopefully some o' the stories were at least entertaining."

[mnr_splinter]

Splinter nods, we wouldn't want to anger Sallie...now would we.
Captain Reynolds it is then.

"Very entertaining, for certain. Exciting, for sure. Milliways is as close as I have ever gotten to outer space. My sons tell me it is quite the adventure."

[badinlatin]

"You're welcome on my boat if you'd like. 'S been a while since Ma's been to visit either, so."

But serious business.

"Mike's doing well?"

[waco_jim]

Jim is mopping up some baked beans with a slice of toast as Mal approaches.

"Ain't we looking cheerful this morning?"