Here is Mal, thankfully not smashing things in a rage this time around, but instead absorbed in a much more sedate activity. Said activity involves the kitchen table on board Serenity, and a frankly bizarre array of ingredients spread out across it, with a mixing jug in the middle. He appears to be doing something ungodly involving high protein
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"Gwen! I'm sure I have no idea what you might mean by that."
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"My apologies, Captain. I forget about your innocent mind, sometimes."
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"Well I am a delicate flower, no matter what my rugged exterior might indicate to the contrary." He says this with as much sincerity as he can reasonably fake on short notice.
"And how're you farin' of late?"
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But he'd never seen Mal cooking before. Wash just couldn't help himself.
"Sort of makes you wish we had some of Canton's finest Mudder's Milk, doesn't it?"
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"It does indeed. 'Specially as my approximation tastes like xióngmāo niào*... moreso than the regular kind does." He grimaced illustratively as he said this. "You reckon the hatches could do better?"
*[panda urine]
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"You could try baking instead?"
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"Baking. As in... with an oven?" He cast a fearful glance behind him at said piece of kitchen apparatus, before looking back at Wash. He's really not a cook.
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