F: Disaster Waiting To Happen
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: None
Warnings: Dialogue only fic
Rating: G
Summary: Tracey and Mal argue about cooking duty. For ficlets100.
"I really think you should cook, sarge, you know how I am with, well, everythin', and I'm sure we can all do without food poisoning or whatever -- "
"I'm quite sure you can manage to heat up beans, private."
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure, I could probably poison the beans by, I don't know, burnin' 'em or something, sarge!"
"Tracey, shut up. You're on cookin' duty and that's final."
"Might well be final, sarge."
"Risk assessment is my job, not yours, private. If I want poisoned beans a la Tracey, you'll make 'em. Clear?"
"As crystal, sarge. But -- "
"Tracey, shut up, gorramn it!"
Pairing: None
Warnings: Dialogue only fic
Rating: G
Summary: Tracey and Mal argue about cooking duty. For ficlets100.
"I really think you should cook, sarge, you know how I am with, well, everythin', and I'm sure we can all do without food poisoning or whatever -- "
"I'm quite sure you can manage to heat up beans, private."
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure, I could probably poison the beans by, I don't know, burnin' 'em or something, sarge!"
"Tracey, shut up. You're on cookin' duty and that's final."
"Might well be final, sarge."
"Risk assessment is my job, not yours, private. If I want poisoned beans a la Tracey, you'll make 'em. Clear?"
"As crystal, sarge. But -- "
"Tracey, shut up, gorramn it!"