Prompt #14- Food- 246
He expects Mal to come along with a big gun, a stern expression and a key to the airlock. He expects Zoë to arrive with one of her hunting knives and a scowl on her face.
He expects to see disapproval and disgust etched into Kaylee's usually sunny features and maybe some kind of gas filtered in through the air system.
He expected to see Simon bearing down on him with a syringe full of some long-named, short-life mixture which would inflict untold agonies on his body.
But most of all he expected River to show up with a sweet smile and a Reaver scythe behind her back, ready to hack him to pieces for his effrontery.
He doesn't expect Mal to corner him the next day and ask if he's okay, clapping him on the back and offering to do his dishes duty.
He doesn't expect Zoë to ask to borrow his knife sharpener and frown when he looked terrified.
He didn't expect to watch Simon blush as he caught him and Kaylee making out in the cargo bay.
But most of all he doesn't expect River to find him the next day as he's working out, brandishing a plate of cookies that she'd freshly made just for him.
He takes one gingerly wondering if she's borrowed some of Simon's medicine and laced them.
She watches as he brings it to his lips and she smiles at him.
He doesn't expect that.