Here's the thing about a Firefly: all of those wacky little twists, turns, and nooks in the interior are good -- no, great -- for freelance transport
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"I'm thinking the easiest way might just be to tell everybody to start closing the doors to the stairs on pain of being strung up by their left toenails," Wash says thoughtfully as he circles another spot. "The top level ain't that bad, but the bottom one's..."
A vague, circle-y gesture to the blueprints before he tucks his stylus behind his ear.
"Hopefully not before we install those wall-to-wall trampolines in the cargo bay I've been meaning to talk to Mal about," he remarks wryly. "Maybe some leashes, too."
Naomi, after another few seconds of staring, breaks into a miniature version of her dad's own grin and thrusts out her arms to Simon. "Bah!"
Open hands? Open hands are so totally fair game. Naomi seizes hold of Simon's and drags it toward her with all intention of gnawing.
(Not so much with the gumming anymore, depending on the angle of attack. She's gotten herself some nice chompers.)
"Yeah, that sounds about right," he says softly. And pointing at Simon, "Fair warning, the terrifying's going to increase before it levels off. But if you need alcohol, I can provide."
Beat.
"Bar can provide and I can accompany," he corrects.
"Naomi, come on, no biting," Wash tells her, and gently but firmly reaches out to hold her arms back as she tries to grab for Simon again. "You are armed and dangerous."
She makes a frustrated, plaintive noise in response.
And to Simon, "Yeah, and I've got a ship to fly. But -- you want anything in particular or do you want to award me the scary and dubious task of surprising you?"
"It'll be good for it," says Wash, with the full serenity of somebody who's spent many a night trying to wash baby spit out of his hair. Then, relenting, "I've got, um -- "
He casts about in his pockets and comes up with a teething ring, which he offers to Naomi. Placated (but only for NOW, minions says the faintly mutinous look on her face), she grabs on and starts chewing.
"There," he finishes, satisfied, and picks up his cane before getting up to head for Bar.
Naomi continues to gnaw the ring as she eyes Simon. The bouncing gets a small smile back on her face, though.
A few minutes later, Wash returns with two mugs of Irish coffee and plunks one down in front of Simon. "Caffeine plus alcohol," he explains. "I think we should work on finding the inventor and giving 'em a medal."
He slides back into his own seat and makes a goofy face at Naomi.
Simon slides into the chair next to Wash's and puts down his glass, carefully out of Naomi's reach.
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A vague, circle-y gesture to the blueprints before he tucks his stylus behind his ear.
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He looks at Naomi, who's staring at him owlishly.
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Naomi, after another few seconds of staring, breaks into a miniature version of her dad's own grin and thrusts out her arms to Simon. "Bah!"
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Wash hefts Naomi out of his lap, scrunches up his face, and gently bops noses with her -- she giggles, delighted -- before passing her over to Simon.
And his own grin's grown a little as he adds, "You're gonna want the practice."
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"How you taking it so far?"
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His hand opens, as though giving up on the attempt.
"I don't even know how to describe it. It's amazing. And a little terrifying."
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(Not so much with the gumming anymore, depending on the angle of attack. She's gotten herself some nice chompers.)
"Yeah, that sounds about right," he says softly. And pointing at Simon, "Fair warning, the terrifying's going to increase before it levels off. But if you need alcohol, I can provide."
Beat.
"Bar can provide and I can accompany," he corrects.
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Simon rescues his hand from Naomi's teeth, and reaches for a paper napkin. "Stop that," he chides her gently.
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She makes a frustrated, plaintive noise in response.
And to Simon, "Yeah, and I've got a ship to fly. But -- you want anything in particular or do you want to award me the scary and dubious task of surprising you?"
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He casts about on the table. "Did you bring any of her toys? I'm afraid if I don't give her something to chew, she'll try my hair next."
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He casts about in his pockets and comes up with a teething ring, which he offers to Naomi. Placated (but only for NOW, minions says the faintly mutinous look on her face), she grabs on and starts chewing.
"There," he finishes, satisfied, and picks up his cane before getting up to head for Bar.
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"Hey," he murmurs to her, barely aware of doing it.
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A few minutes later, Wash returns with two mugs of Irish coffee and plunks one down in front of Simon. "Caffeine plus alcohol," he explains. "I think we should work on finding the inventor and giving 'em a medal."
He slides back into his own seat and makes a goofy face at Naomi.
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