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[small_frye]

Kaylee Frye was sat perched on a barstool in the hotel kitchen, eating strawberry ice cream straight out of the container. And for once, she wasn't too worried.

To think, she'd been despairing about being unable to fix any of the stuff in the restaurant when all along they'd had this bigger, better and shinier kitchen right over their heads. The

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[many_nights]

The discovery of the new kitchen and more food had let Scheherazade reclaim some of her equilibrium.

She, for her part, wanted a glass of wine and a piece of fresh fruit, but she looked curiously (though she did not gawk) at the young woman's food. It was a strange texture for something so cold that it made its holder frost.

[small_frye]

Kaylee looked up from her icecreamy bliss when she felt eyes on her, and gave the woman a wide smile. She looked real exotic, and the clothes she was wearing made her think of Inara with a pang of longing. She wondered if she was a Companion too or just a rich debutante-type.

"Hi!" she said, and glanced down at her icecream. She was being kind of rude what with a whole carton to herself, but there were boxes of it in the freezer. "There's plenty for everyone," she told the woman, "All flavours! This one's strawberry. Want some? I can fetch a bowl for you if ya like...I'm Kaylee, by the way," she smiled, standing up and shoving her spoon into the carton, extending her freed hand.

[many_nights]

She spoke so quickly that Scheherazade's grasp of the language was overwhelmed; she took the speaking box from a pouch at her hip and tried to hear the last half of what the young woman was saying.

"I came for fruit, thank you," the queen said neutrally, eyeing the outthrust hand and wondering if it might not be cold and sticky.

She gingerly entrusted her own hand to the enthusiastic grip.

[small_frye]

Thankfully, Kaylee hadn't been eating with her fingers, so her hand was only a little cold and not at all sticky. "Fruit? I dunno if there's anythin' fresh...might be in one of the fridges," she said thoughtfully as she withdrew, picking up her spoon and tapping it against her chin as she looked around for any sign of fruit-like foods.

[drcuddy]

Ice cream? Oh, why not. Cuddy hadn't thought about a pint of ice cream in awhile, but this wasn't a bad time to start.

"You look like you have a good setup going," she said. The kitchen was quiet aside from the girl, and Cuddy gave her a friendly smile.

[small_frye]

Kaylee looked up a tad guiltily, but she returned the smile, glad for a friendly face - even if it was one she didn't know just yet.

"Oh, not just me," she said, waving her spoon towards the fridges, "There's plenty for everybody! All kinds of flavors, too. There's a green one, even." For Kaylee, to whom tomatoes had been a culinary luxury, multicolored icecream certainly was a treat.

[drcuddy]

Cuddy smiled at the girl. She was bright and friendly enough, and it was impossible to not smile back at her. "Mint?" she asked, "or pistachio? Both are green," she said. "And if you don't mind a bit of the company, I think I'll join you. If there's any place that calls for ice cream, it's this one."