The night that the crew of the Celestial Serpent lifted off from Tatooine, Mai'lynnda lay flat on her bed, thinking about her new crewmate. Mai hadn't planned on gathering her own motley crew of scoundrels like her mother had, and had in fact been repulsed at the idea until Gault had quite literally begged for mercy.
Since there was now a male being on the ship, Mai supposed she and Mako would have to dress a bit more modestly. She looked down at her tank top and capris, and felt her face flush a little at the thought of her new crewmate seeing her in this.
Mai suddenly grinned, An Idea growing in her mind. Maybe she could mess with the temperature control. On the one hand, she could mess with Gault and have a perfect reason to wear those hoodies she spontaneously bought on the Imp fleet. On the other, she and Mako had talked about hospitable temperatures, and Mako had threatened to wreck havoc on Mai's meticulously organized holovid collection should the Twi'lek make the ship 'sweater weather' ever again.
Mai'lynnda smiled, and reached for the wall computer, adjusting the climate control. Snuggling into her blankets and sweatshirts, Mai smiled at the thought of the next morning.
Mai's bare feet were curled up against the cold on instinct as she walked down the stairs to the galley, in long black sweatpants and a black and red sweatshirt with a simple logo that looked very similar to the SoroSuub blaster design. Judging from the lack of noise, her two crewmates were either in their respective rooms or Mako was on the bridge by her self and Gault was...somewhere? Whatever. There was caff to be made, and crewmates not to think about so early in the morning.
She was singing softly as she made caff, a mostly-nonsense tune her dad had taught her in childhood. Mai cut off her singing completely at the sound of footsteps, and looked up to see Gault Rennow, clad in fuzzy purple socks, red flannel pants that almost matched his skin tone and a deep green sweatshirt, glaring at her from the doorway.
Mai could only smile politely at him as she reached for another mug. "Care for some caff, Gault?"
Apparently, the temper of Gault Rennow had nothing when confronted with unexpected politeness and the promise of caff. He blinked in surprise, before replying, "Sure. Might give me back my sense of smell."
Mai'lynnda tried to look contrite. "Didn't know Devaronians were so susceptible to the cold, 'specially after at least a year or two on Tatooine. Plus, I've been meaning to mess with Mako for a while now. Our prank war has had too long a truce."
That last made Gault smirk, though he offered no reply. They drank their caff in peace, or at least they did until Mako came down from the bridge in tauntaun slippers, a large fuzzy robe made of soft uxibeast-fur and wearing bantha-hide gloves on her hands.
The small cyborg shook a tightly-clenched fist at the bounty hunter. "What d-d-did I t-tell you about-t ch-changing the t-temperature control, Mai?"
Mai smiled. "You know how much free time we have between jumps, Mako. I'll just re-organize the discs in a day or two."
Mako then whirled around to Gault. "You're not opposed to any of this?"
Gault smiled into his caf. "Frankly? I'm not going to argue with our Madam Employer over there. It's not like this temperature will kill us." Then he turned to Mai, faux fearful, "It's not gonna kill us, right?"
Mai laughed, trying to hide it behind her hand, stifling it into little chortles. She shook her head, half to distract from her laugh (which she was kinda embarrassed about) and half because this was working out much better than she had ever thought.
