Zoe grins, one arm loosely around Wash's waist.

"Oh, I think we might be able t' find a few."

The slight background hum of nervousness and tension that she's resigned herself to living with until Naomi's born is still there. But it's already hard to believe she was ever nervous about meeting these people.

And there's an evening ahead of family, and food, and probably as many embarrassing childhood anecdotes as Wash will put up with.

But most of all, family.

It is, as a certain old friend might have said, very well.