"Sing all the wrong words to all my favorite songs
You're beatuful, and that's beautiful."
"Natara."
She kept on singing, dancing around the kitchen as she went.
"Natara!"
She spun around and yanked the earbuds out of her ears. "Mal! I didn't hear you." Her cheeks glowed red as the blood rushed to them.
"You are butchering that song," he grinned at her. "Ceelo Green would be mortified."
"Well he doesn't have to know," she smiled sheepishly. "We don't have to tell him."
"That's fair. But seriously. What are you saying?" Natara shrugged.
"Well I didn't want to cuss, so-"
"Yeah. Sure, I get that I guess. But what about after 'If I was richer' ?" Mal leaned against the counter and grinned.
"'I'd still be Richard' ?" Mal nearly fell over laughing, recieving a slug to the shoulder in retaliation. He clutched at his shoulder as he continued to laugh, much to Natara's annoyance and frustration.
"It's 'I'd still be with ya' Nat."
"Well I didn't know who sang it when I first heard it, so I guess it kind of made sense," she said defensively, crossing her arms. "It's not funny!"
"Yes it is," he laughed, tugging gently at her arm in an attempt to get her to uncross them. "But I think I'll let you off the hook this time, just because you have such a good voice."
"Stop teasing me, Mal!"
"Oh and Natara? If you're going to dance like that, you can sing whatever words you want."