Mal-Wash.

[bad_in_latin]

Captain on the Bridge.

Not that Mal expects Wash to salute or anything.

"You nervous yet?" Mal grins, handing him a cup of coffee.

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[flybywash]

Wash groans, theatrically.

"The only reason I'm even dignifying that queston with a response is because you gave me coffee," he says, lifting the cup a bit. "And the response you're getting? Is 'Zoe had another false contraction yesterday.' Make of that whatever you want."

He takes a long slurp.

[bad_in_latin]

"It's not necessarily the best coffee around," Mal replies obliquely.

"Zoe 'n I haven't...haven't talked too much, lately." Mal clears his throat, "Pregnancy and all. Tryin' to stay out o' harm's way."

Among other things.

[flybywash]

It's really, really not, which explains the slightly pained expression Wash makes as he swallows.

It's something to keep him awake, though. He can always use that.

"Yes," he replies dryly. "I can see how talking to you'd be such a dangerous occupation. We should stamp you all over with warning labels. Hey -- " he brightens suddenly, "can I make them?"

[bad_in_latin]

Face? Meet palm.

"Sure. Go ahead. What would they say, exactly?"