Doin' the work...it saved me, really...

[bigdamn_hero]

Mal emerged from the bridge, heading for the mess hall where dinner was finishing up...he just hoped to high Heaven somebody had saved him a share of the fresh veggies they'd managed to get their hands on when last they hit planetside. Kaylee wasn't no Shepherd Book, but she could cook a bit, and those carrots she'd fried up looked pretty tasty

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[companionserra]

Inara set her journal down and looked up at Mal with the smile she reserved only for him--which, of course was not necessarily a compliment, as she managed to inject a fair amount of amusement/tolerance/annoyance into that barely there quirk of lips. "So long as we can make it back to Persephone within the month, it should be fine," she replied lightly, watching him frown down at the place on the counter where he'd left his plate. "It's in the oven, Mal. Kaylee didn't want it to get cold before you got back."

[bigdamn_hero]

Mal made a noise of grateful confirmation, peeking into the oven with a triumphant grunt. Removing his plate, he kicked it shut again and plucked a slice of carrot up, popping it into his mouth with an appreciative smile as he wandered over to the table and settled down next to Inara, peeking at her book. "What's that you all got there? Writin' about all your Companion-type escapades?" he quipped, chewing on a piece of food.

[companionserra]

Inara instinctively pulled her journal closer to her, thinking to herself that there sat the very last person she'd want reading a single word of it. And not for the reasons he was thinking. "Wouldn't you like to know," she drawled, her tone lightly teasing as she closed her ink bottle. "Halford...yet another planet on which I'm incapable of finding any respectable clients." She tried to inject some cool bitterness into her tone, but couldn't quite manage it. Slowly but surely, her appointments were becoming fewer and further between. She told herself it was all Mal's fault, that the planets he was taking jobs on were selected to keep her out of work, or that the entire incident with Alliance, concerning River and Miranda had damaged her reputation...but the truth was, her offers were plentiful. She was simply finding herself more and more...particular, when choosing her clients.

[bigdamn_hero]

"Well, you ain't exactly been kickin' up too much fuss about makin' yer appointments as of late, y'know." Mal pointed out, swallowing before plucking another slice of carrot from his plate and offering it to her. "Carrot?"