Carefully pulling the tube of cables out of the way, River scooted the floor panel aside and stuck her head and shoulders into the storage compartment. Dangling over the humming belly of the ship, murmuring to herself, she reached a slim hand between two moving parts.
"River!"
Wriggling back out, River beamed up at Kaylee. "I found it," she said happily.
"But you shouldn't go down there!" Kaylee admonished. "You coulda got yourself hurt."
"But I didn't," River replied, then held up what looked like a limp, sickly weed. "I had to get Simon a present," she explained. "I missed his birthday."
Kaylee looked at the plant, then River's beaming expression. "Uh, sweetie..."
"You're meant to give flowers to your sweethearts, significant other, lover," River seemed to be reading from a book only she could see. "Flowers and chocolates. Got a flower, but don't have a sweetheart." She reached out and pressed the weed into Kaylee's hand. "Simon'll like it."
"But Simon and me... we aren't... we haven't..." She tried to give the weed back, but River shook her head.
"Simon's silly," she said flatly. "You want to have a sweetheart and he does too and he likes you and if you make romantic gestures, the ratio of pheromones will rise and you'll get happy."
"Sweetie, I don't..."
"Simon!" Dodging around Kaylee, River raced for the medical wing. "Kaylee's trying to make me give you her present!"
"River!"