Sanctuary... or something.

[freedom_iswhat]

Mal gives the Inn a suspicious look as he steps in. He wants to make sure there are no former pilots attacking with bags and rolled up newspapers. When he sees that there are no Hawaiian shirts in sight, he closes the door behind him and walks to the bar gratefully. It's been one of those weeks. One of those months. When everyone in the crew's all

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[kaywinnitfrye]

Kinda funny, how Kaylee feels 'bout the same. Ain't exactly comfortable with everyone bein' all defensive-like. On her account, too, and she ain't mad with the cap'n anymore, but they're all mad still. Don't make sense to her, but she can't fix it.

It's nice to get out, though. Have some strawberries. Good stuff, that. Chocolate too. She sees Mal and makes sure to think up enough for both of them. Ain't fair not to share, after all.

"Hey there, Cap'n."

[freedom_iswhat]

"Hey there, little Kaylee."

Kaylee is the one person on the crew he doesn't want to shoot. Well, and maybe River, but when she gets all moonbrained and talking crazy, sometimes he wouldn't mind shooting her too. Assuming he could before she cracked his head open with her boot or one of Wash's little dinosaurs or something.

[kaywinnitfrye]

"Brought you some strawberries," she says with a bit of a hopeful smile. "A-and chocolate."

Mostly she's hoping he won't be frustrated enough with everything that he's frustrated with her.

[freedom_iswhat]

Mal raises an eyebrow, a little bemused by the sudden offer of what he recognizes as Kaylee's peacemaking foods. "Thank you... Somethin' you're wantin' to tell me?"