Mal-Kaylee.
Jayne gamefully managed to not laugh out loud at Mal's predicament, yesterday.
He definitely heard snickering as soon as Jayne started heading down the stairs, but at least he did send up Simon, who promptly announced in that not-really-announcing way of his to take it easy and attempt to not try to be 'theatrical'.
"I suppose it's really worth defending myself on this one, is it."
Simon leaves him a bottle of ibuprofen and tells Inara to let him know if he does something else that requires medical attention.
"Don't worry," she says. "I keep the shackles under the bed."
Mal gets a chuckle out of that, sticking to the book he's claimed for himself. He's supposed to take it easy, after all.
He definitely heard snickering as soon as Jayne started heading down the stairs, but at least he did send up Simon, who promptly announced in that not-really-announcing way of his to take it easy and attempt to not try to be 'theatrical'.
"I suppose it's really worth defending myself on this one, is it."
Simon leaves him a bottle of ibuprofen and tells Inara to let him know if he does something else that requires medical attention.
"Don't worry," she says. "I keep the shackles under the bed."
Mal gets a chuckle out of that, sticking to the book he's claimed for himself. He's supposed to take it easy, after all.