It's been another lovely day at the Tonks-Wrangle house in Saint-Malo, the weather warm and clear, with a gorgeous breeze coming off the sea. Inara had woken late, enjoying the luxury of the big bed, to Mal's returning from an early walk through the town. He'd grinned and held up a bag of fresh shrimp and fish and she'd returned the grin, telling
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