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[gonna_live]

It's getting on past Kaylee's bedtime -- well after most of the rest of the crew's in bed. She's in the kitchen, damp-haired and in pajamas: long night on the ship in the garage equals a long hot shower before coming home and collapsing next to Simon for a few hours

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[makesmeatease]

Inara draws her robe around her body tighter as she pads into the kitchen with bare feet. Her hair is sleep-mussed as she comes to a stop next to Kaylee. Her voice is barely a whisper as she nods toward the heating water.

"Hi. Had the same idea. Couldn't sleep."

[gonna_live]

Kaylee looks at the saucepan; there's enough water in it for two.

"Nothin' caffeinated?" She shifts a little, turning to the cabinet with the tea in. "Any preference?"

[makesmeatease]

"What ever you choose is fine." Inara leans against the counter, studying Kaylee.

"Ni meí shì bà?" It's sooner than Inara would have preferred to ask this, but sometimes words just escape before you're ready. Maybe it's best to have this out now instead of drawing it out any longer.

It's like the ship is having to choose sides. Inara would rather not let this continue.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee's in the process of pulling down the ginger tea.

She stops, and gives Inara a long, slightly hesitant look over her shoulder, before continuing, and getting a second cup to boot.

"Méi guānxi." It's quiet. "Put in a late night, is all."

Because if she can pretend like she has no idea what Inara is talking about, maybe it'll just stop.