Just a little fluff. A 100 word flashfic inspired (if that's the right word) by the prospect of the series finale.

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"Exactly how many saucepans do you have, Harm?"

Harm pushed his head out of the now empty cupboard and smiled at the woman sprawled on the floor beneath his feet.

"Just enough to feed a hungry marine."

"Remind me why I volunteered to help you pack this gourmet nightmare?"

"Because, my beloved Colonel, if you don't help me pack, I won't have enough time to give you a proper goodbye."

"Well, in that case, my darling Commander, hurry up and hand me the packing tape."

"Say Mac, did anyone ever tell you that you look really gorgeous in bubble wrap?"