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[swinging_cod]

*Jayne's in the kitchen, alone, heating water to reconstitute one of his precious packets of miso soup.

They ain't had much call to go to the central planets lately, so he's running low.

He's not in a bad mood, particularly, for Jayne.*

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[simon_doctor]

That might change. In one direction or another.

Because here comes that jīngcháng méiyòng de big-city doctor.

...And he's carrying a bag of something heavy, which he sets down on the counter.

[swinging_cod]

*Jayne's mood immediately sours, and he sneers at the doctor winningly.*

Finally found your sister's marbles?

[simon_doctor]

Simon, who has bent to rummage through the kitchen's small store of cookware, glances across at him. "What, this? No."

He comes out with a largeish mixing bowl, eyes it critically, shrugs and upends the bag into it.

Out pours about eight pounds of tiny red potatoes.

[swinging_cod]

*Jayne gapes.*

...How'd you--

What'd you do, sell her for root vegetables?