The next couple of days were interesting. Ed and Faye both woke up early in the morning and made their beds. Then they met in the kitchen. Faye's first assignment was to take whatever scraps of food the Bebop's usually empty refrigerator held and transform them into some semblance of breakfast. At least they always had plenty of coffee.

She found two eggs, three pieces of cheese, four packets of oatmeal, and four pieces of bread. So everyone could have half and egg with cheese in it, a bowl of oatmeal and a piece of toast. Hopefully, she could find some butter or perhaps grape or strawberry jam.

Jet smelled the coffee. It brought back pleasant memories of the last time he'd lived with someone. She'd been the type to get up early in the morning and make breakfast before he had to go to work. They would eat breakfast together, and then she would kiss him goodbye. This was the first time since then he'd been woken up by coffee brewing. He was usually the one who made the coffee in the morning.

Spike woke up to the smell of the coffee also. He stared at his watch. 7:20. Jet usually doesn't start the coffee until almost 9. There was giggling in the kitchen.

"Faye-Faye has gotten an A on her first assignment."

"Do I get extra credit if I do the dishes?"

"Yay! Dishes Dishes! Soap Bubbles! Ed will wash if Faye-Faye dries?"

"Ok, After Breakfast."

Faye wasn't really sure why she was doing this, letting Edward tell her what to do. Maybe it was because Spike needed a woman who was capable of taking care of more than just his sexual needs. Really though it had something to do with Jet saying she had potential. No one had ever said that about Faye Valentine, well ever.

Faye-Faye just doesn't realize how good Bebop is. Bebop is a place where people and animals can go and become bounty hunters. Jet likes new people, he tries really hard to help them get what they need. On Bebop everyone gets a second chance. Three essential truths existed in Edward's life right now. 1. Bounty Hunter is a good job, and a real job. 2. Bebop is a good place to live. 3. Having three shipmates constitutes a social life even though they don't always interact with Edward or each other for that matter. Faye-Faye just needs to realize this.

Jet walked into the kitchen. "You two did all this?"

Ed and Faye had set the table and laid out their meager spread of food. They were in the midst of pouring four cups of coffee. "What's the occasion?" Jet asked.

"Faye-Faye did it." Ed beamed.

"Looks good Faye."

She handed Jet a cup of coffee. "Do we have any juice?"

"Nope."

"Ok, I just wanted to make sure I wasn't leaving anything out."

"Ed will go wake Spike-person up so he can have some of Faye-Faye's glorious breakfast treat." Ed zoomed out of the room making airplane sounds.

"Faye, is something wrong?" Jet asked her.

"No, why?"

"This whole thing with you and Ed, well it's a little weird."

"Nah, it's kind of fun actually. Eat up. Spike'll probably stay in bed, so we'll split his portion up between us."

"Not so fast, Faye." Spike said as he came in.

She smiled. "Good morning. Ed and I made breakfast."

Spike put sugar and cream in the coffee cup that was in front of his plate. "My eggs are cold." He whined.

"They wouldn't have been cold if you'd gotten up when Ed first came to get you." Faye was a little hurt that Spike wasn't more appreciative."

"It was very good, Faye. Do you need help cleaning up?"

"Don't worry about it, Jet. Ed and I have already divided up dish duty. Then I'm headed to the mall. There's some stuff I've got to take care of."

"When will you be back?"

"Probably around five or so."

"Be careful."

"I always am."

Faye was used to the third degree every time she left. She always left her comlink on. The one time that she didn't she never heard the end of it. She'd stayed gone for three or four days that time, and she decided not to call and check in. The way she figured it she was an adult, and it wasn't really like the guys on the Bebop cared what happened to her anyway. Hell, they were probably glad to be rid of her. When she came back to the Bebop, it was a very different story.

"Where have you been?" Jet snapped at her.

"Tracking a bounty."

"You could have called? Did you catch him?"

"No, and since when do I answer to you?"

"Faye," he softened his tone. "You can't just disappear. It's dangerous out there. I'm not trying to control you, but what if something had happened."

Jet seemed legitimately worried for her safety, so she backed down. "I'm sorry. I'll call next time."

"That's all you have to do."

This time, however, the plan was very different. She was going to the mall to find a job. She needed something that would provide a more stable supplement to the scant income they brought in as bounty hunters, something that provided them with a safety net, something that could insure Faye's personal financial freedom if it happened that she separated herself from the Bebop.

She applied at several department stores, but her lack of experience hurt her tremendously. A small lingerie store that she applied at had just had a cashier quit the previous day, and they were having a hard time keeping employees. Since Faye had transportation and open availability, they hired her on the spot. She could start the following morning at 10 AM. Faye couldn't wait to tell everyone on Bebop.