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[flybywash]

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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[nitro_is_ace]

"You," Says a very lazy gal leaning against the solid divider between booths, "Have been gone away a very long time."

[flybywash]

"I," says Wash, without looking up from his blueprints, "have been raising a small and very squirmy daughter who's finally learned how to crawl."

But he's grinning.

[nitro_is_ace]

"Has she really? Isn't it about time to start her education in explosives then?" She could set the timers longer for crawl-away time.

Really.

[flybywash]

Wash looks up long enough to shoot her a flat look.

"Are you trying to turn her into a miniature version of Jayne?" he protests.

[nitro_is_ace]

"What, y'think all bombers are the same then? Means y'picked a Jayne for family, can't say much 'bout that." She snorts, drily. "But as y'like. I suppose Jayne'll teach her on the sly or sommat."

[flybywash]

A beat.

A long, mildly horrified beat.

"You teach her," he says at last. "But -- " and he quickly raises a hand preemptively to stifle any protest, "not until she's at least thirteen. I think that was the deal."

[nitro_is_ace]

"I always saw it as more of a fluid negotation." Ace counters, pushing off the divider to take a seat, instead. "One can't be rigid about these things, after all. What if Jayne starts slippin' her little smoke bombs at twelve?"

[flybywash]

"Then I get to rig it so Jayne's eating nothing but kiwi protein for the next six months," he declares.

Another beat.

"And by 'I,' I actually mean 'someone who can run faster than me.'"

[nitro_is_ace]

"Y'could try River. She'd prolly get a kick out of it." Ace suggests, lounging languidly.

Needs more caffeine, she does. She's working on it diligently.

[flybywash]

"And she'd be able to anticipate his every move during the running away!"

He regards Ace with over-the-top awe.

"You're a genius."

[nitro_is_ace]

"Well, yeah, obviously. Clearly y've been away too long if you've forgotten that." She points out modestly, waving her mug for emphasis.

[flybywash]

"I am a sad, deprived, and forgetful individual," he says with a sigh. "Please, teach me the ways of the universe, xiao meimei. I think they're almost lost to the ages."

[nitro_is_ace]

"They are, truly. For example, y'all seem t'forget football is a game played with y'feet, not y'hands." She huffs, still annoyed that Americans take over the universe.

[flybywash]

His eyes widen in mock alarm.

"You mean it's not played with your ears?" He slaps a hand down on the table. "Well, that's it. I've got no choice. Now I gotta drop out of that league I was thinking of forming."