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Feb. 5th, 2006 11:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flybywashTen thousand miles above Greenleaf, Serenity drifts in a lazy orbit, ready to slingshot around toward the next quadrant.
"I still say we oughta just put the box inside another box and mail it to ourselves," Wash is saying as the command keys clatter under his fingers.
"I still say we oughta just put the box inside another box and mail it to ourselves," Wash is saying as the command keys clatter under his fingers.
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Date: 2006-02-07 04:48 am (UTC)Then, to Phoebe, "Friend of ours gave birth recently and spent all night in labor, so I'm hopin' I'm in for an easier time there."
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Date: 2006-02-07 05:02 am (UTC)She looks interested.
"Not somebody else on your ship? All I can think of is your mechanic and...what was the other woman's name, Inara?"
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Date: 2006-02-07 05:03 am (UTC)"No, no, it ain't anybody like that. It's, uh." Time to play the Let's Not Make Mom Think I'm Crazy game, apparently. He exchanges looks with Zoe and shrugs. "Sort of a mutual friend. We met 'em on a job last year, been keeping in touch since then."
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Date: 2006-02-07 05:08 am (UTC)"Hard to stay in touch with people sometimes, in the black. but we've met some that're worth the effort."
How they keep in touch with them doesn't need to be specified.
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Date: 2006-02-08 04:15 am (UTC)The silence that follows borders on awkward, but is mercifully brief. Annie's the one to break it.
"So have you heard anything new about dropping by sometime?" she asks
Wash chews his lip, eventually -- reluctantly -- shakes his head 'no.' "We're still working on that part," he admits. "Work's been a little scarce out on your end of the galaxy."
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Date: 2006-02-08 04:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-08 04:44 am (UTC)A beat. Anneliese arches an eyebrow at him and smirks.
"Okay, and you," he adds, pointing at Annie, as Keane tries (and fails) to hold in a snicker, "are not supposed to have a mind that's deeper in the sewer than mine. Out."
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Date: 2006-02-08 04:45 am (UTC)Phoebe just tactfully covers her mouth to hide her own smile.
"Sorry, Zoe," Anneliese adds. Affecting a mournful sigh, "Wish I could say that we were never like this, but, well."
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Date: 2006-02-08 04:58 am (UTC)"Well, I figure I can save any complainin' about my in-laws 'til I get a bit more used t' havin' 'em."
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Date: 2006-02-08 05:12 am (UTC)"He does not," Phoebe interrupts, gently swatting her daughter on the shoulder. "He gets to behave like he's properly welcoming her into the family."
A swift glance back to Zoe; in that instant, the unspoken like it should have been six years ago comes and goes. She smiles, a bit crookedly.
"We'll try not to give you anything to complain about."
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Date: 2006-02-08 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-08 05:28 am (UTC)"An' I knew what I was gettin' myself into, with that."
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Date: 2006-02-08 05:44 am (UTC)Even Annie and Keane, not as perceptibly nervous as Phoebe, sneak tiny, relieved looks at each other.
This first meeting goes both ways, and despite the disasters with Hoban's family and his first two girlfriends (ask them about those stories sometime), they were...girlfriends. This is his wife.
His wife of six years and the soon-to-be mother of their granddaughter and niece, no less. Approval's not so much of an option here as acceptance.
But, their tiny smiles say, it looks like the latter's not going to be much of a problem after all.