Kaylee's got some
plans with her -- hand-drawn, not on a datapad -- when she comes through the lake door. Her head turns -- the
note is still up. Good.
When she approaches the bar, she gets
two notes, and a plate featuring waffles with syrup (butter pecan and maple both), strawberries, raspberries, hodgeberries, pineapple, and whipped cream. It's just about as big as her head, and she can't help but blink at it -- it's more than she's had to eat in the last thirty-six hours all on its own.
She reads Tom's note, and sniffles; she reads Matilda's, and looks at the waffles, and blinks. Quickly.
And asks quietly for a glass of orange juice -- and notices her tab doesn't change, and there
isn't one, and now that she's looking, no other crew member has one, either --
Kaylee doesn't know who to thank. But once she's through eating (the fruit at least, because there's no way she'll be able to finish the whole thing, but with kindness like that she feels obliged to at least
try), she'll start on thank-you notes to these two, at least.
Any plans for building anything can wait until later.