[Santo - Marketplace]

[walk_ins]

[ master post]Portions of the marketplace are covered. The vast majority of it isn't

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[ff_ambassador]

Inara is browsing slowly through the market, enjoying the lovely weather and the swirl of activity around her. She's not with anyone at the moment.

[bad_in_latin]

That changes.

"You spendin' my coin again?"

[ff_ambassador]

Inara turns and grins.

"Of course not, Mal." She smiles sweetly. "Well, maybe a little. Mostly mine."

[bad_in_latin]

Mal is disbelieving, but doesn't comment further.

"Good; had to spend a fair bit on parts. I hate bein' legal."

[ff_ambassador]

Inara grins and leans over, taking his hand and squeezing it.

"I'm sure you can find something criminal to make you happy here if you wanted too," she teases him.

[bad_in_latin]

"So what have you been buyin', anyhow?"

There's a hand shoved through Mal's hair. "Might get my hair chopped off today, feel useful."

[ff_ambassador]

"Nothing much," Inara replies, holding out the two bags in her hand. "I found some beautiful fabric that I might do something with for the brothel and..." she leans towards him, lowering her voice. "I might have found a very interesting lingerie shop."

She winks and pulls the bags back behind her back, reaching her other hand to tug at a lock of Mal's hair.

[bad_in_latin]

"Ow! I didn't even react to the wiles yet!"

Mal rubs his scalp almost petulantly.

"Tease."

[ff_ambassador]

"You love it."

She raises an eyebrow seductively, rustling the bag. "So, a haircut?"

[bad_in_latin]

"Now? Think I might grow it out, give River a run for her money."

Mal's a strong man, if nothing else. He feints to Inara's left, immediately pivoting to get a peek in Inara's bag.

"Didn't think you were into tassels much."

[ff_ambassador]

"Hey!" Inara protests, as the bag is yanked open.

She has to grin at Mal's comment. "Well, when they can be very effective on upholstery." She rolls her eyes and nudges the other bag.

[bad_in_latin]

Mal feigns disinterest in the second bag.

It's mostly convincing.

"Think I've been suckered into supervising Ingress at the beach sometime this week," Mal informs. "Told Tom the blue hair couldn't happen."

[ff_ambassador]

Inara is nothing but observant. She grips the bag tighter.

"That sounds fun. Would you like any company?"

[bad_in_latin]

"Can if you want."

It's noncommittal; Mal'll probably drag Inara to the beach at some point anyway.

"If you can put up with her callin' me names all the time."

[ff_ambassador]

"I think I can handle that."

Inara spies a stand further down with some intricate silver bangles on a stand. Oh, sweetie, it's not a good idea to let your attention wander."

[bad_in_latin]

Mal rolls his eyes, spotting the object of Inara's attention a second later.

Wrapping his hand around her wrist, "C'mon, I heard there were polish kits this way..."