Faye managed to make her way back to the ship before the fish went bad. It wasn't before she snuck off to the catering area and ate her fill of croissants at the movie set. She momentarily thought about sneaking some back with her to the Bebop.

"La-di-da...croissants..." Spike would say before devouring them. Jet would save them to have with some tea after dinner or lunch. She wasn't sure how she was going to transport a bunch of croissants back to the ship what with the large sack of rice and the bag of fish. She ate all she could and made her way back to the ship sans croissants.

Jet grumbled a bit about the fish and the cost of such a delicacy at first, but once he was frying it up he looked like there was nothing in the world he'd rather be doing. Faye smiled to herself as she watched him carefully brown both sides of the fish and dip his head into the fridge looking for lemon slices. He wouldn't find them, of course, but it was cute nonetheless. He was so easy to please.

"So what did you find out about this movie?" He asked.

"Nothing really. I was only there for about half an hour. I didn't see you but there was a Spike and a me." It was really surreal. Seeing Spike kissing her and loving her was crazy. She hadn't consider that aspect of her feelings. The whole physical thing. She swayed as though her legs might go out from under her when she thought about it. She gave her head a good shake and looked back up at Jet who was sprinkling some spice or something into the pot of rice he had boiled.

"I just don't understand how they can know all this stuff about us." Jet muttered.

"The scene I walked in on was about Julia. Well, Jillian. How can anyone possibly know about her? It's sort of scary. I didn't get to ask any questions." She didn't mention that the reason she didn't get to ask any questions was because she was preoccupied with eating as many pastries as she could get down.

"We'll head out there tomorrow and find out what the hell's going on." Jet said. He started dividing up the fish between three dishes and spooned some rice out.

Faye walked back out into the main room where Spike had grown roots into the couch. He was sleeping as per usual but she could see his eyes flicking back and forth under their lids, probably aware of the presence of food. Her finger came out seemingly on its own accord and traced the line from his right ear, down his jaw line to his chin. The tip of her finger lingered there for a moment and then she straightened, feeling the shiver from her accidental touch in the hospital bounce its way like electricity down her spine. Dammit. What the hell was wrong with her?

Spike's eyes opened. Faye inhaled sharply. Did he feel her touching him?

"I smell fish." He said. Faye inwardly sighed with relief. "I must be dreaming." He smiled and stretched his arms as far over his head as he could without disturbing the stitches."You're not. We're having fish today. With rice." She scratched at her scalp and started wandering back to the other couch. She sat down and brought her knees up in front of her. Her eyes flit back to Spike who had closed his again. He didn't know.

Good.