A/N: Each member of Serenity is reminded of the late Wash's birthday.
Crew Member- The Pilot:
The situation was no longer fluid.
"Problematic." River looked around the cockpit wildly, before suddenly tensing. Finally, a calm settled into her bones and she felt at ease. Flicking the three switches above her head, she leaned back in her seat, laced her fingers behind her head, and beamed.
Leaf on the wind.
"And this leaf is feeling hungry," she said, rubbing her stomach before giving it a gentle pat. Standing up, she nearly tripped on her way out, as if her feet belonged to someone else. Gliding into the kitchen, she grabbed the nearest protein and began to eat. "Hey, big guy," she greeted Jayne with an eerie smirk.
"Uh, hey," he responded, looking down at his arsenal of weapons. Leaning forward, he asked,"You feelin' okay, crazy?"
"Never better," she claimed, before taking a massive bite of protein and chewing on it much like a cow would. "This stuff isn't as good as my lambytoes' cookin'," she stated, taking a look down at her brown mush, and shrugged as she added, "But it's passable."
"Uh, you sure you ain't goin' moony on us again?" Jayne was now sitting back in his seat, the task of cleaning his babies forgotten to him.
She laughed, before adopting a deeper, playful tone of voice. "Mine is an evil laugh!"
"Mal!" Jayne cried, standing up and nearly running out of the room. "Gorram feng le girl is at it again!" he bellowed, leaving behind River, who was smiling and shaking her head.
"It's going to be my birthday soon..." she recalled, staring at his retreating back. Suddenly she felt ill at ease, then settled back into her chair. Disgusted at the meal before her, she shook her head and muttered, "Problematic."
TBC...