Charlie is not far off, thumbing through that big book of poetry he's been using of late. He notices a face he's seen before. In a picture frame. In Sallie's house.
Mal's eyes narrow at this. He always ends up taking more of a heavy view whenever he meets someone claiming relationship with his mother. Call it a habit.
"She ain't ever mentioned you," Mal offers cautiously.
Jack turns back, squinting slightly again. So either it is Castle, in costume for some reason, or maybe it's Bill Pardy. He hasn't actually met Bill yet, but he'd gotten a preview of the resemblance when everyone had switched bodies.
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The second to last word is pressed on.
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"Been comin' to Milliways for five years today, apparently. Ma 'n the bar thought they'd have their fun.
"'Sides - dessert's okay by me."
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The smirk folds toward a smile.
Maybe it catches more toward thoughtful.
Her words replaced themselves on the way out.
She means it without a bite. She doesn't know.
"Is that long here?"
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"Excuse me...you're Malcolm Reynolds, right?"
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Usually folk who want to know who Mal is don't really want to know for a good reason.
"I'm not sharing the cupcake."
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"She ain't ever mentioned you," Mal offers cautiously.
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Mal scoots down, bringing the cupcake with him so Inara cannot try and steal it.
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And the cupcake slides back to the center of the table.
"Five years."
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Despite the resemblance, Jack's assuming that that face recognizes isn't Richard Castle. He can't quite see Castle in an outfit like that.
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But he's different, in a way Mal doesn't - can't really follow.
"Jack?"
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"Castle?" he asks, tentatively.
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"Can I have some?"
Kaylee looks a little sheepish.
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"Think so. If you want."
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