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[simon_doctor]

It's morning. Simon has been awake for a little while yet; Kaylee is still asleep.

Though it's anyone's guess how much longer she will be, with the smells of coffee and cooking starting to pervade the little cabin.

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[gonna_live]

Based on the way she's still huddled, lump-like, under the blankets, it looks as though it'll be a while.

[gonna_live]

There is no way this will end well, and she will put up with the food poisoning with good grace, because there isn't an alternative.

"Coffee first." She reaches for it and takes a slug.

Pressing the heel of her hand to her eye: "You seriously did this. Seriously?"

[simon_doctor]

"I thought it might make a nice surprise."

He picks up the second mug, and takes a sip.

[gonna_live]

She has to be nice about it. But how to be nice and be honest?

"It was real thoughtful of you." After another sip of coffee.

That, at least, isn't a lie.

[simon_doctor]

"Xiexie."

There's a reason he made sure to get strawberries: even if he ruined the French toast beyond recovery, they'd still be good.

There's also a reason he made sure to get up early enough to try the experiment before Kaylee woke up, and that was to have enough time to try it first himself.

Simon sets down the coffee, and busies himself with the plates.

[gonna_live]

Slowly she pushes herself up to seating on the edge of the bed.

(She's still clinging to the coffee.)

The glance she casts at the plate is more than a little wary.

[simon_doctor]

If Simon notices that, he doesn't give any sign; he's seating himself cross-legged on the bed, making room to pull the table a little closer.

[gonna_live]

"We're not..." She makes motions toward the other room. "...it's uncivilized, ain't it?"

[simon_doctor]

"Breakfast in bed while on vacation is entirely traditional," he says serenely, unfolding a napkin from around a knife-and-fork set and placing it at the side of one plate.

[gonna_live]

"You're serious about this."

It's a question.

[simon_doctor]

He glances up at her.

"Yes," he says, and a shadow of something like doubt crosses his face; but he doesn't say anything more yet.

[gonna_live]

Well.

She's done worse for better reasons.

Gamely she picks up a fork.

[simon_doctor]

Simon unfolds the napkin from around the second fork-and-knife set, puts the napkin across his lap, and reaches to cut a piece of his own French toast.

His attention's divided, now.

Moment of truth.

[gonna_live]

She swallows.

"This is good."

Kaylee does not sound appreciative so much as stunned.

[simon_doctor]

A very slow smile starts to cross Simon's face like dawn breaking.

(The first tiny piece tasted good to him, it smelled good, but he wasn't sure --)

[gonna_live]

"You seriously -- " She gestures to the plate. "You did this?"