A/N: Sorry I have been absent. A friend in the hospital delayed my posting. Hope you are still with me! Enjoy!
"It's raining, it's pouring. The old man is snoring. He bumped his head at the end of the bed and couldn't get up in the morning."
Jayne rolled his eyes. "I'm not really sure those are the words," he yelled up at her.
Moments later, River's head was poked down in the bunk. "Birds ate breadcrumbs and now Jayne has lost his way."
Jayne grunted and got to work hanging his modified gun holder.
"The witch will cook you in her oven when she finds you in her house, Hansel," she said in a sing songy voice.
He glanced over at her, head hanging the only thing showing. "I'll just trick her down here then use your hair to climb out, trapping that old witch 'til she dies."
She made a face. "Use the ladder." She disappeared but was back in a moment. "Jayne?" she asked in a small voice.
He refused to look at her and purposely spoke gruffly to her. "What?"
"Not your bunk."
Luckily he had expected some arguing. He turned to her then. "Wash an' Zoe don't need this bunk. We do. 'Less you want to go back to your own bed."
She shivered. "I am comfortable where we are," she said, stubbornly.
"I am not. I need more room."
"Can't we just buy a bigger bed?"
He pointed to the one he was standing by. "Not gonna when there's one right here."
River gave him a ghost of a smile. "Sounded like Captain Daddy."
Jayne scowled at her. "Ain't your daddy."
"Praise Buddha," she muttered before disappearing once again.