008: [location: serenity] & [accidental visual]

[skyfrome]

Here is Mal, thankfully not smashing things in a rage this time around, but instead absorbed in a much more sedate activity. Said activity involves the kitchen table on board Serenity, and a frankly bizarre array of ingredients spread out across it, with a mixing jug in the middle. He appears to be doing something ungodly involving high protein

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[voice]

[freaks_myword]

Way too easy.

[visual]

[skyfrome]

Hmm yes, now that Mal has the chance to consider his wording, that did sound slightly dubious. Of course he will feign ignorance, however.

"Gwen! I'm sure I have no idea what you might mean by that."

[visual]

[freaks_myword]

He walked right into it, really.

"My apologies, Captain. I forget about your innocent mind, sometimes."

[visual]

[skyfrome]

Yes, yes he did.

"Well I am a delicate flower, no matter what my rugged exterior might indicate to the contrary." He says this with as much sincerity as he can reasonably fake on short notice.

"And how're you farin' of late?"

[visual]

[freaks_myword]

"I'll keep the dirty jokes in check, then," she says, with absolutely no hint of sincerity.

"Been better," she understates. "You know how that goes. What...exactly are you making?"

[visual]

[skyfrome]

"You're terribly kind," he smirks, appropriately amused, though her subsequent answer turns his expression a little more serious.

"Anythin' you'd like to talk on?" The offer's there, should she choose to take it, though he certainly won't press. He shakes his head ruefully in the direction of the mixing jug. "It's a drink called 'Mudder's Milk'-- comes from Canton, a town on one of the backwater moons. S'posed to be a meal in a glass, and alcoholic as an added bonus. Evidently I got somethin' wrong here."

[visual]

[freaks_myword]

She shrugs. "Nothing to worry your pretty little head over," she replies, because she didn't need people thinking she was crazy on top of...everything else. And Gwen kind of liked this one.

Gwen raises a interested eyebrow. "Too much mud, maybe?"

[visual]

[skyfrome]

"If you say so-- though I dispute 'little'." He will happily drop the subject however, because he can take a hint.

The jug in front of him gets the benefit of a look of distaste. "That would explain the flavor." He pauses, before adding with an air of mischief. "Want me to make you up a batch?"

[visual]

[freaks_myword]

She cocks her head at his little, tiny mutant head. "Hold the mud, and I'll take it." Who says alcohol and electricity shouldn't mix?

[visual]

[skyfrome]

Alcohol and electricity are an excellent mix. Whoever says that is a crazy person.

"Clearly you're a woman of discerning taste." He chuckles, shaking his head. "Shall I deliver or would you like to have your bourbon on the ship?" ...because if he's holding the mud, bourbon is pretty much all there is left of the whole mixture.

[visual]

[freaks_myword]

She considers this, after acknowledging the fact that yes, she does have good taste. She was high class thief, after all. Redcoats and Monet and all that.

"Ship, huh?" She asks, with a hint of piqued curiosity. "Wouldn't mind seeing where Captain lays all his best plans."

[visual]

[skyfrome]

Alas Mal is decidedly not a high class thief, not that this bothers him excessively.

"Or worst plans, as the case sadly does tend to more frequently be." He replies, self-deprecatingly. It's all truth, though-- his plans never run smoothly. "Well, you're more than welcome to pay a visit. She's called Serenity," there's a definite hint of pride in the way he says the name of the ship, "and she's docked nice and visibly in Sanctuary Square. Can't miss her."