3. Never back down. The "eyes" are a trap, Don't fall for them. No matter what.

Zoë closed the door to the children's room. "They're sleep."

Wash paced back and forth biting his nails. "You gave them the meds?"

Zoë folded her arms. "Yes."

"Good. Good." He kissed her on the cheek and proceeded to leave when she stopped them.

"Dear." She called. Wash turned around and faced her. "Why would you give them a whole cake to eat?"

"Zoë you won't there. You were off having adventures with Mal while I had to deal with your children."

Zoë arched her eyebrow. "My children?"

"Yes, your children."

"Uh huh. But that still doesn't explain why you thought it would be a good idea to feed them a whole cake for dinner."

"I had to." He replied flatly.

Zoë smiled slightly. "Had to?"

"Yes, she gave me the 'eyes'. And I had to."

"The eyes?"

"Yes, you know, the 'eyes'." Wash demonstrated his daughter's puppy dog eyes. "And I had to give her what she wanted. And, if I gave in to her, well I had to do the same with the boys. So you see I had no choice."

"Momma." A small voiced whined. Gabe vomited all over the floor in front of Zoë's boots. "I threw up." He stretched out his arms for Zoë to pick him up. Zoë picked him up.

"I'll clean this up." Wash gave her a nervous grin.

Zoë shook her head. "A whole gorramn cake."