Mal and Inara.

[bad_in_latin]

A lot of Mal's job is waiting. Waiting to hear from clients, waiting on the trip from one end of the quadrant to the other for the drop. Milk runs and fistfights.

"'Nara?" Mal looks up from his knitting project. "What're you doin'?"

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[makesmeatease]

Inara turns from her spot, from where she'd been glancing at something on the cortex, and shakes her head. "Nothing."

Well, nothing important anyway. "You need something?"

[bad_in_latin]

"No. I was just curious."

Mal pulls one end of the circular knitting needle away from the project and uses it to scratch behind his ear.

"We should do somethin'. I've had the rutting Lu Cheng in my head for an hour and a half for some reason. Ma reminded me of it."

[makesmeatease]

"If you start singing," Inara says as she stands from her seat. "I'm going to leave."

She tucks hair behind her ear as she moves closer to him, smiling.

[bad_in_latin]

"You don't have near enough shimmer wine in this shuttle for that."

Mal can belt out a tune if he needs to, but now is definitely not one of those times.

"Wanna go down to the kitchen, lose at checkers?"