Lucky Dog

Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop. (slams door on lawyers)

"You broke my nail!" came Faye's wailing voice. Then, there was a gunshot and a medley of shouted curses from Spike.

Jet was sitting on the sofa, trimming a banzai tree, Ein lying at his side. Edward sat off to the side of the room, typing furiously away at her computer and making little mumbling noises to herself, squealing a bit now and then when she would find what she was looking for.

"I'm telling you, Ein, if I have to take much more of this, I'm going to kick all of 'em out," he muttered. "Then you and I can have some peace."

Then the ship was silent, apart from Ed's mumbling. Jet suspected that Faye and Spike had stalked off to their respective rooms to sulk.

"Well, it's better that way," he continued. "At least when they're sulking, I don't have to listen to them."

"Sulking, sulking," echoed Edward. "Faye-Faye sulks a lot, but Spike doesn't sulk. Spike goes to sleep."

Ein made a few yapping noises and stretched with a yawn.

"You guys have a point," Jet agreed, nodding. "All those two do is eat, smoke, and laze about. Unless they're running around after a bounty head. Then, I get to run out after them and drag 'em back." He grunted. "Like a couple of dang kids. They'll be the death of me."

Edward giggled. "Jet grumpy."

"Yes, Jet is grumpy."

After about twenty minutes, Faye ambled into the room and slumped along the back of the sofa.

"You're like an old person, you know," she taunted Jet. "Old people grow banzai trees."

"I am old, Faye," Jet replied sarcastically. "I'm just not gray yet. But I'll probably wake up white-headed one of these days if you and Spike keep it up."

"I'll keep that in mind," Faye mumbled. "Have we got anything to eat?"

"Get out of here and see for yourself."

Faye shrugged and straightened up. "Whatever."

"See what I mean, Ein? The death of me," Jet repeated.

"Were you talking to the mutt?" asked Faye. "Wow, you really are losing it."

"Oh, shut up," grumbled Spike, walking in from the corridor and leaning against the railing of the stairs. "You told that mutt your whole life story once, Little Miss Tragic."

"I wasn't talking to the mutt!" Faye retorted. "I was just talking, and Ein happened to be there, idiot!"

"Yeah, yeah," muttered Spike, going back the way he'd come. Faye ran after him, leaving Jet to listen to the beginnings of another spat.

"They're like a married couple," Jet mumbled. "It's too bad I can understand what they say."

"Edward understands!" Ed pointed out, typing away like a machine.

"Unfortunately," Jet said. "You're one lucky dog, Ein."

Ein just yawned and rolled over onto his back.

"You and me both," Jet said.