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Mike returns to the bar, having changed his ever present orange Hawaiian print shirt for something a little more subdued. You know, a blue one. Draped over one arm is a flowered wreath which appears to have been made with Two-Ply Facial Tissues. In the right light one can see that it has been sprayed with glitter. Placing the wreath down on the Bar, Mike sets about crafting the specials menu for the evening's Happy Hour in script is stylized, yet tasteful.

IN MEMORIAM
Lake Water
Rubber Duckie
The Vibrator

When the wreath is finally set in a place of prominence, Mike mixes himself a Rubber Duckie, and holds it aloft.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of Milliways. The Bar is now open. Let us drink to the memory of Senior Squeakins. May he delight those whom he meets, from now until the end of all things."

He downs the drink, and turns the now empty glass over, mouth down on the Bar.

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"Kayless, for you I'd be willing to part with Senior Squeakins II: The Quickening."

He begins serving up the drink, tossing bottles in a very Tom Cruise-like way as he does so.

"What brings you out of your room sans hunky boy-toy this evening? Did you break him with pretty sex?"

Kaylee, by all rights, ought to be blushing and reaching over to slap Mike on the shoulder.

She's not.

"He's...got patients to see to. Yesterday was kinda...weird."

She's not not smiling. Just...subdued.

"Wierd bad? Or wierd someone's inadvertantly been changed into a robot?"

"Weird we kinda took on a government installation and killed all the hundans that like to drive kids nuts to make 'em good fighters and exploded the place and folks got injured and that's why Simon's not here."

"Dang. So like, save the world type stuff, huh?
...
Think he'd like some cookies?"

"Bet he would. He's been pretty busy. Tried to get him to eat regular, but it's been kinda busy. River -- you know his sister? Looks kinda like him, long dark hair?"

"She the one that screams alot?"

"Yeah, but not as much as she used to. Anyway. She kinda got separated from everybody else, went to some other world...and Simon was real worried, and ever since she got back she's been real quiet and upset, when she's awake. So. Between three people busted up one way or another, and River comin' back like she did...he's been busy."

"Wow...that doesn't leave a whole heck of a lot of time for pretty sex, does it? How are you doing with all of this?"

Kaylee turns just a little red.

Just a little.

"I'm okay. Captain got taken down, but he's gonna be okay, and same with Crowley, and Cuthbert -- don't know if you know them -- so I've kinda been hangin' around seein' if there's anything I can do for 'em." A little shrug. "We were kinda all expectin' to die, and we didn't, so...can't much be wrong right now, you know?"

"Any battle you can walk away from is one you can consider having one. Even if that walking turns out to be more like carried."

He leans in closer.

"and for the record? Okay ranks just slightly below fine on the scale of b.s. answers."

Winking, he leans back, and refills her cup with what's left from the shaker.

Kaylee's smile widens, and she looks down. "It ain't a b.s. answer. Really."

And she drinks.

"Thanks, Mike."

"For you schweet heart? Anythin'.
Does Simon like Snickerdoodle?"

"...don't know. What's in it?"

Kaylee doesn't know. Oh dear.

"Cinnamon. Lots and lots of cinnamon. And butter. Lots of cinnamon and butter."

Ooooooooooooh.

"Hell yes."

Beaming.

"Oh...did I forget the sugar? There's lots of sugar as well. Is that okay? The sugar?"

See, now he's just egging her on.

And I suppose next he's going to say there are eggs, right?

She's grinning. "'Course. That's the best damn part."

"You know, there might be some pre-made in the back. Just like a cooking show. I don't suppose you'd want to try a couple...."

"Might could convince me." Shifty.

"Okay....cover me."

And with that Mike makes a mad, flailing dash towards the kitchen. There's even a well placed cloud of napkins that gently falls to the ground as he flees.
When the last napkin comes to rest, he returns with a plate on which rests a single cookie.

It smells like heaven, and has a small five fingered paw print dead center.

"I think you might need milk for this."

If there were a crowd, that crowd would totally be breaking out in applause.

As is, Kaylee is simply torn between looking amazed and looking adoring.

"Damn straight. Bar? Can you?" A glass appears.

"Here goes."

Sampling.

"...oh, I think I'm in love."

"It is a cookie that defines a generation. Now I can't promise that this is the cure for all that ails anyone, but from where I'm standing, it's as good a start as anything else."

"I believe you." Sincere. "Just...damn, Mike."

She is delighted.

"So two dozen? Three? How many should I ask the rats to bake up? Or would you rather just the dough so you can make them piping hot yourselves? Or...you know, claim you baked them."