Mal-Kaylee, seasonal baked goods.

[bad_in_latin]

Sallie Reynolds loves to feed people. It is rare of late that Mal lets her get away with it with him specifically, but she can normally manage a meal or five around the holidays.

This is not quite a meal that Mal's bringing back to Serenity, so much as half a dozen cookie tins, all labeled in precise characters as to contents and date of baking in

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[gonna_live]

Where Kaylee's sitting, headphones in, her two books in front of her. The one about investment is open.

The music's up kind of loud; she doesn't notice when Mal comes in.

[bad_in_latin]

The cookie tins make it to the table without too much of a clatter; Mal only really spots Kaylee in the lounge after separating the peanut butter cookies from the gingerbread.

The cookies are where they should be for people to find them. He could leave.

There's a second's hesitation and Mal opens his mouth as if to say something, but he closes it again.

[gonna_live]

The clatter's enough to make her look up, though.

She closes her eyes for a moment.

I should play nice, she thinks. If only so Simon will leave me alone about it.

Out come the headphones.

"What's all that?"

[bad_in_latin]

"Cookies. Ma went a bit off a cliff with 'em all, but I think she's testing the hell out of the oven in the apartment."

Still from the other side of the room.

"Didn't mean to interrupt...whatever it is you're up to."