Two weeks later, Faye strolled nonchalantly back into the Bebop.
Spike and Jet, who had both been sitting on the couch, craned their necks back to look at her.
"Food." she said shortly, tossing a bag at them and leaving to seal herself in her room.
Jet dug through the bag as Spike watched lazily. "Beef, vegetables, instant noodles, freeze- dried stuff… where'd she get the money for all this?"
"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth." Spike quoted, sizing up the impressive heap.
"You'd think if she could afford all this she could afford to pay me back some of the money she stole from us." Jet muttered.
"Which time?"
Jet's face drooped. "Good point."
Edward came running out of nowhere and dove headfirst into the pile. "Fooooooooood!"
"Get out of there!" Jet roared, yanking her out by a leg. The redhead came out munching contentedly on a stalk of celery. "And you!" he threw Ein onto the chair, furiously watching the dog devour the piece of meat he'd gotten to before Jet had interfered. He hurried to the kitchen with the rest of it.
"Huh?" Spike wondered aloud, picking up a bottle that Jet had missed. "Mmm." Liquor. Good stuff, too. (A/N: I don't know what good stuff is when it comes to drinks, so make your own choice as to what I'm talking about.) He'd seen some eggs before Jet had taken the food away; he could have a prairie oyster in the morning.
"Oooh." Edward peered at her Tomato through the green goggles over her eyes. She looked back at Spike and pointed. "Bounty bounty!"
"I don't know if I want to go chasing a bounty right now, Edward." Even though he was mostly healed, Spike still wasn't up to the level of physical prowess he'd had before going after Vicious.
She rubbed her stomach meaningfully.
"We have enough food for a while." he told her.
"Rainy days! Rainy days in space!" Edward crowed, removing her goggles and leaping to her feet, looking to do so almost at the same time. She jumped on the back of the couch and, bouncing from one piece of furniture to another, made her way out of the room.
Jet came back in. "What was that about?"
Spike leaned over the Tomato. "Edward's found a bounty."
"You're still not back to normal yet." Jet pointed out.
"Small fry." Spike said dismissively. "She seems to think that we need to squirrel away something extra."
"Hmm." Jet murmured, looking over the information. "Looks easy enough. And it might do some good to get back in the swing of things with a few of the easier bounties."
"Don't tell me you're going to start chasing bounty heads this soon." Faye's voice dripped disdain. "Honestly, men are such idiots." she informed the ceiling.
"The fluff- head will go running off, get himself in trouble, and I'll have to save his ass yet again."
Jet's mechanical hand grazed the top of his bald head, and his face took on the mournful expression that it usually did when he was reminded of his hair- or lack thereof.
"Fluff head?" Spike inquired, with a very put- upon look.
Faye rumpled the green mess atop his head, prompting Spike to pull away and give her an offended glare. "If the shoe fits…"
"It doesn't fit!" he growled.
"Drop the subject. We were talking about bounties, remember?" Jet sorely reminded them.
"And you saved my ass once." Spike continued. "I didn't even ask you to do it then. And whatever I owed you for that is negated by the numerous times you've almost gotten me killed!"
"When did I almost get you killed?" Faye haughtily demanded.
"Bounties-" Jet began.
"Pierrot le Fou." (A/N: Spelling?) Spike shot off, in the manner of someone slapping a winning card down on a table.
"WHAT?!" Faye screeched. "I was saving you then too!"
"Which is why you almost shot my head off?!" Spike countered.
Faye folded her arms and flung herself back against the cushions. Spike, satisfied that he'd won, turned to Jet. "We could use it to ease back into bounty hunting…"
"I already said that." Jet observed.
"We have enough food." Faye pointed out.
"We need money, too. And when are you going to pay me back?"
"Pay you back for what." she muttered resentfully.
"The repairs to the Redtail, for starters!"
Faye jumped up. "I bring you all that food, and I came back when I didn't have to, and all you can think about is money? Just how shallow are you, Jet?" She stomped off to her room.
"I'm in." Spike put his feet up on the table.
"I don't believe her…" Jet muttered. He turned to Spike. "Where the hell does she- hey!" He shook his head. "Asleep again. I'm really starting to think you're a narcoleptic, Spike- o."
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