I own nothing.

River wrinkled her nose in disdain as she entered the barn with a pitcher of tea. Even with the barn doors open, it reeked of Tannin. Jayne had spent the better part of the morning hunting and had brought home a grand total of six rabbits. He skinned them and stormed off to the barn to tan the hides, muttering all the while how much he would stink at the end of the day. She set the tray down on the work table he had built her and sat in the chair, listening as Jayne grumbled incoherently to himself from the back of the barn.

"Jayne," she called finally, "I brought you something to drink."

"Better be a bottle a whiskey," he ground out as he stormed toward her from the back of the barn. River wondered briefly if he had doused himself in any of the tanning chemicals. She bit her lip to keep from laughing at his irritated expression. "Thank you, Jayne."

"Fer what?"

"I think maybe we should order our rabbit pelts from now on," she said, nudging the toe of his boot with her bare foot. "What do you think?"

"I think we shoulda been doin' that," he muttered as he leaned against the table, glaring down at her. River stood and hugged him. He tried to pry her body away from his. "Aw, don't. I ain't smellin' too good."

"So," she argued, raising on up on tip toe. She kissed his cheek, lingering longer than necessary. "You did this for me."

"No," he sputtered. "I did it so's we don't freeze durin' winter."

She smirked up at him, watching as his face reddened in embarrassment. "We have a fireplace. Two, actually, Jayne. You did this because I needed more."

"Mebbe," he muttered as he patted her back finally and wrapped an arm around her waist. "I tell ya, I'm gettin awful sick a rabbit stew."

She nodded her agreement and pulled away to pour him a glass of iced tea. "Next time you go out hunting, bring home a deer."

"Will do, Honey," he took a sip from the glass she handed him and asked as he looked down at the empty bin next to the table, "you done makin' all them things already?"

She nodded. "I WAVEd Mr. Carrington yesterday and told him. He is sending someone out to pick them up. A new shipment of parts should arrive next week."

"What're you gonna do 'til then?"

"I could help you-"

"No, don't want you smellin' all kinds of terrible," he said hurriedly, cutting her off. They fell into silence and River began to fidget. Jayne made a face. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I'm restless. Wifely duties are tedious." Jayne nodded at her words, but raised an eybrow at her. "Maybe true, but with the rate we're goin' out here, we're less likely ta get ourselves shot dead."

River shook her head. "I told you of Stockley last week. He enjoys holding grudges. They give him a reason to assert power over those he considers weaker."

"Well, I ain't weaker. In fact, I'm more'n a sight sure even a ant could take 'im."

River nodded. "Yes, but while you are only two, he is many. Strength in numbers, Jayne. You know this." She bit her lip. "Maybe we should leave."

"No." River opened her mouth to protest and he cut her off. "We worked too hard fer all this-"

"Then why won't you let me help you-"

"No, Gorram it," Jayne snapped. "These people ain't used ta pretty little women like you runnin' around kickin' pi gu left an' right. They'll ask questions an' start thinkin' things 'bout ya that ain't true."

River tugged at his shirt gently. "You thought them."

Jayne shrugged and clenched his jaw. "That's 'cause I was a hou zi de pi gu."

She smiled up ruefully. "You still are at times," she joked, causing him to chuckle. She added in a somber voice, "You did what you thought was right; I was a threat to everyone-"

"I just don't want anyone ta get stupid like I did an' you hafta drop a can o' peaches on 'em, cause they don't understand."

"Jayne, we are like the tide of a great sea. I drift to you as you drift to me." She looked down at the ground. "I worry. I-"

She broke off and continued to stare at the ground. "Your body has the ability to be broken in much the same way mine has and what am I to do when you are gone?"

Jayne snorted. "Well, I ain't just gonna run out wavin' Vera 'round. I'm just gonna protect what's mine'n'yers."

"You were good not to shoot him. He didn't deserve it."

"Had ta think a you, honey." She blinked up at him in confusion and he smiled. "I'da gone ta jail. Man can't go abouts shootin' men ain't done no physical harm."

River smiled her thanks up at him shyly and wrinkled her nose again. "I think it's time you stop for the day."

Jayne's face fell. "Do I smell that bad?"

She nodded and patted his arm when he stared down at the floor. "If you'd like I'll run you a bath."

He perked up only slightly. "None a that girly soapy foam stuff though, right?"

She bit her lip. "I promise no girly soapy foam stuff. I'll bring you some whiskey and anything else you want and you can stay in there until the water turns cold if you like."

He raised an eyebrow. "I smell that bad?"

River smiled prettily at him. "Not entirely. I'm being a good wife and helping you to relax. You have been very tense ever since the incident with Stockley and that was over a month ago. It isn't healthy to go around with a clouded head." She smirked as she picked up the tray of iced tea. "You'll turn as moonbrained as I was if you keep it up."

He threw an arm around her shoulders as they headed out of the barn, laughing slightly. "Don't think that's likely."

She huffed in mock irritation. "Was I that bad?"

"Not when you was bein' crazy ta other people," he chuckled, "then it was hi-larious."

"If you miss it that bad, I'll be sure to rub stew in your hair later."

"Hey, don't go wastin' that stew-" Jayne was cut off when Wolf bounded up with a rabbit in his jaws, tail wagging. River smiled up at Jayne. "You should strive for symbiosis as well, Jayne. Wolf wants to be part of your family, too."

Jayne let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumping. "Well, couldn't he have brought back a deer 'er somethin'?"

River balanced the tray in one hand as she pulled the rabbit out of Wolf's mouth and handed it to her husband. "I'll go run your bathwater while you take care of this."

Jayne sighed down at the rabbit in his hands and watched River as she continued on her way back. Wolf sat down at his feet expectantly and Jayne raised a wary eyebrow. Wolf flicked his tongue out and over his jaw. Jayne crossed his arms and glared down at Wolf. "Tell ya what, you keep her safe an' I'll be nicer to ya?"

Wolf ventured closer to him and Jayne reluctantly reached down, patting him on the head. "Yeah, yeah, go watch yer Momma."

"Sir, Harvest again?" Zoe asked and Mal could hear the underlying venom in her voice. Mal gave her an autharative look. "Zoe, it's good honest work, we get paid nearly as well as when it ain't honest work an' no one gets shot."

Zoe gave him a curt nod. "Harvest it is."

Kaylee walked up just then with a bright smile. "Ya think Jayne's there? Maybe even River?"

"Man like Jayne ain't likely to stick to a small world like Harvest an' River..." Mal didn't bother to finish. Kaylee deflated ever so slightly. "Thought it'd be nice if'n we got ta see some familiar faces is all."

"Even if they get us inta more trouble than-" Zoe trailed off, looking down at the floor grating. "Let's just get the job done and get paid."

"Where's Simon?" Mal asked, Kaylee brightened. "Cleanin' the infirmary as usual. Gotta keep it spick an' span case ya get shot, Cap'n."

Mal frowned. "I ain't gonna get shot. Not really a soul that side a Harvest knows how ta use a gun properly an we're makin' a clean cargo run."

Kaylee shrugged. "Well, dontcha think we oughta be prepared just in case?"

"Yes," Mal said slowly, "but it is highly unlikely any a us is gonna be on the receiving end of a bullet."

"Shiny," Kaylee declared. "How long 'til we get there?"

"'Bout a week, so make sure nothin' breaks." Mal looked around the ship deep in thought. "Ship seems ta be breakin' on a near daily basis. Thinkin' maybe she's givin' up on us."

River bent over Jayne looking down into his face and blocking his view of the clouds above. "The planet will suffer an extreme change in climate within' the next four point three months. By then, we should be ready for winter. I ordered parts for a portable, energy conserving heater for the barn."

Jayne moved slightly to look up at her. "How long's this winter gonna last?"

"One month, two possibly."

"It gonna snow?"

"I cannot predict the weather patterns."

He tugged at her hair. "Yer startin' ta talk awful funny."

She nodded sadly. "There is something amiss."

He sat up then. "Is it bad?"

"No, I don't think so." She sat down next to him and crossed her legs. Jayne rubbed absentminded circles on her bare knee. River's brow furrowed more. "Everything is tilted and colored differently in my head. I can't see anything."

"Can't see anythin'," Jayne mused aloud and she nodded. "I can see you, but everything else is misty."

He smiled knowingly and she raised an eyebrow. He only shrugged. "Yer smart, you'll figure it out sooner 'er later."

"I would rather it be sooner," she grumbled, "I do not appreciate being so unbalanced."

"Bet you don't," he laughed as he fell back into the grass. She leaned over him again. "Dinner is ready. Would you rather eat out here or inside?"

"Where you gonna eat?"

"Inside," she replied and he smiled, nodding. "Then, I'll eat inside, too."

Sam and Wolf barking excitedly caused them to turn and find a man in a wagon headed toward them. Jayne squinted and then brightened. "Hey, it's Isaiah Johnson. Bet he's comin' by ta see how yer cookin' tastes today."

"If I weren't so unbalanced today I could have told you that," River muttered sullenly and Jayne patted her leg. "Ain't nothin' wrong with a body gettin' unbalanced once in a while."

Jayne stood before helping River up and they walked over to the wagon. Sam circled the wagon in his excitement and Wolf sat at the top of the porch steps, his tail wagging furiously behind him.

"Hullo," the elderly man called. Jayne and River both smiled and waved. Jayne and River had decided not long after meeting Isaiah that he reminded them of a present day Santa Claus. His sun darkened skin and calloused fingers were the only indication that he belonged in a rickety wagon rather than a sleigh. He climbed out of the wagon laboriously and tromped over to shake Jayne's hand. "How you doin', boy?"

"Not too bad."

Isaiah nodded sagely, his eyes full of mischief. "Well, if I had a wife that could cook like yers, none of my days would be bad."

River tugged on his bushy, snowy beard. "Seems you're in quite the good mood today."

"Nonsense!" He bellowed down at her and she bit her lip as he continued to growl in anger he did not truly feel. "My knees are 'bout to give out, my arthritis is gettin' worse, an' I'm sick an' tired of havin' ta shoot at Stockley's men when they come ridin' through my land on them filthy animals they call horses."

"So, they're still buggin' ya, huh, Sir?" Jayne asked as they ascended the steps of the porch and into the kitchen. Isaiah grunted. "Stole one o' them chickens you done give me."

"Do you want lunch or dessert first," River asked him and he glared at her. "Dessert first, what kinda question is that?"

He glared at Jayne from across the table. "Yer wife's got a smart mouth."

"That she does, Sir," Jayne agreed, trying hard to keep a straight face. River placed an extra large piece of peach cobbler in front of the gray man and his blue eyes glazed over as he stared at it. River placed a tall glass of iced tea in front of him before serving Jayne a venison steak, three biscuits smothered in homemade gravy, and a heaping pile of mashed potatoes. Isaiah glared up at her. "Why's he get that an' I only get a slice o' cobbler?"

"You said you wanted dessert first."

His nostrils flared. "That don't mean I din't want the whole Gorram meal. All's I meant was I wanted ta eat my dessert first, then the rest. Give it here right quick."

River nodded and began to fill a plate with food. Jayne had to avert his gaze. The sight of her shoulders shaking with laughter made him want to laugh as well.

"Heard that idiot Oglesbee offered you a position as top lawman," Isaiah said through mouthfuls, gulping down half his glass of tea in one long pull. Jayne nodded. Isaiah raised an eyebrow. "Why din't ya take it?"

"Got more important things to worry about."

Isaiah nodded. "Like keepin' yer wife outta trouble."

Jayne stopped mid-bite and looked up at the old man. Isaiah held out his empty glass to River, who filled it. Isaiah took a slow sip from the glass and began to cut into his slab of venison. "Been alive a long time, boy, seen a lotta men like you come an' go. Once a mercenary, always a mercenary. Only one reason a man like you don't go 'round still shootin' fer money-a woman. 'Cause if you get shot dead, what's she supposed ta do?"

"Get remarried," River said, sliding her gaze from Isaiah to Jayne. Jayne glared at her. "That ain't nice."

River grinned at him and he turned back to Isaiah. "I ain't never said nothin' ta you 'bout what I done."

"A mercenary knows a mercenary when he sees one," Isaiah fairly announced, "an' one only gets ta live as long as you if he's good at what he does 'er he got himself a woman."

Isaiah looked around the room as if he were searching for something. "An' since you two ain't got any younguns, I'd say it were the former fer a good while."

Jayne grunted and Isaiah frowned at him. "Why ain't you got no children yet? You shoot blanks 'er somethin'?"

River burst into a fit of laughter then and Jayne shot her a warning look. Isaiah growled and waved the two off. Jayne jabbed his fork in the man's direction. "Don't see what any business of yers it is whether we got kids 'er not."

"I was just curious, is all, Cobb," the old man blustered innocently. Jayne saw right through his facade. "You may be old, but you ain't as decrepit an' senile as you let on. Ain't neither me nor River fooled."

Isaiah waved him off with another grunt. River placed another piece of cobbler before him. "And you're not near as grouchy."

"I am so," he cried belligerently, "so quit tellin' me what I is an' ain't. I done came here fer a visit 'cause I know ya like me."

"Sir, you are welcome here anytime," Jayne said and Isaiah snorted. "Well, I know that."

Isaiah finished the cobbler and sat back in his chair, resting his hands on his abdomen. He stared down at the table for a moment before speaking. "You know, we seen a lot a death-caused most of it-but when it ain't us that done the killin', tends ta stick with ya."

River settled down in the chair next to Jayne and glanced over toward the den to the dinosaurs on the mantle. Jayne had paused in his eating to stare up at the man and River laid a hand on his knee under the table. Isaiah gave the pair a pointed look. "I reckon you know what I'm talkin' 'bout an' I reckon that's why yer here. Ain't nothin' wrong with it. Just folks livin' an' makin' sense a things that ain't rightly understandable."

Isaiah shifted in his chair uncomfortably and glared at River. "You gonna give me somethin' ta take home 'er what?"

She smiled across the table at him. "Of course."

He nodded at her with a glare. "Good."

River gathered up the dishes once Jayne was finished eating and dumped them in the sink before gathering up some food for Isaiah to take home with him. They walked Isaiah out to his wagon and he slipped a couple of pieces of jerky out of his coat pocket and tossed them to Wolf and Sam. He glared at Jayne from his seat on the wagon. "I 'xpect ta see you at my place fixin' my fence later this week."

Jayne nodded and grinned at him. "I'll be there, Sir."

Isaiah gave him a curt nodded, flicking the reins. Jayne watched Isaiah go with a shake of his head. "I swear that man gets grumpier with each passing day."

River poked his side. "You would too if you were all alone."

He frowned down at her. "Well, right now I ain't feelin' too good 'bout myself after you sayin' yer just gonna up an' get married once I keel over."

"I promise that I will throw myself onto your funeral pyre."

"You do got an' awful smart mouth."

River hugged him. "Jayne, I would be very distraught and prostrate with grief over your death."

He grunted and she pulled away to blink up at him. "I really would."

Jayne grunted again and she sighed in defeat. River went back inside and washed the dishes and put the leftovers into the refrigerator.

Later in bed, River asked in a quiet, wavering voice, "Jayne, are you happy?"

Jayne rolled over more to look at her. "What kind of yu ben de question is that?"

"Are you happy," she insisted. Jayne grunted as he began to roll away from her. "Yeah, I'm happy. Don't see why ya couldn't a just picked it outta my head."

"Jayne."

He grunted and she tugged him over to look at her. "I am happy, too."

He blinked at her in the darkness and then pulled her into his arms. She burrowed close to him. "I would never leave, Jayne."

All tension left his body and he kissed the top of her head. River nuzzled closer to him and they were both asleep within minutes.

It really hadn't been Travis' fault. He was curious, just as River had been when she had been little. But the sound of a shot being fired followed closely by Jayne's howl of pain had nearly scared River to death. When she had pushed through the front door, Jayne was gripping his right calf howling in pain as Travis stared up at him with tears running down his face. "Uncle Jayne, I didn't mean ta shoot ya!"

Jayne had tried to smile reassuringly at the little boy, only it came out as more of a grimace and Travis had cried harder. River and Travis helped Jayne hobble up to sit in one of the porch chairs and River had taken care of the bullet wound with a skill that had reminded Jayne of her brother's precision. She had smiled up at his unspoken compliment then and averted her gaze as she wrapped his leg. "Why do you insist of injuring this leg in this same spot so very often? One would think you want it amputated."

"Woman, I just done got shot, couldn't you be just a l'il bit sympathetic toward me," he had asked, trying his best to give her a beaten puppy look. And so, it was because of this that Jayne had been in the kitchen at a little before ten, teasing his wife mercilessly as she baked an apple pie when Wolf had come tearing into the cabin and bolted straight for River, pinning her legs against the lower cabinets as he stared back at the front door growling angrily. Jayne had been finishing off the last piece of pecan pie. He threw down his fork and grunted in a perturbed manner. "Oh, who'd we piss off now?"

"I'm too cloudy," River muttered in a funny voice and Jayne studied her with concern. "Honey, you okay?"

"We are only two," she mumbled back and Jayne nodded. "Think maybe I'll go grab Vera."

He hadn't expected to find the mule barreling down toward the cabin when he hobbled to the door. Vera in hand, he kicked open the door with his bad leg, ignoring the pain and hobbled onto the porch with Sam and Wolf flanking him on either side. Mal hopped down off the mule followed by Zoe and paused mid-stride when Wolf snarled in warning.

"Jayne, that you?" Zoe asked in mild surprise. Jayne's expression remained neutral if not a bit menacing. "It is."

Mal smiled in what supposed was an amiable manner though it came off as more of a mocking smirk and Jayne's lip curled in annoyance. "Well, can I help you?"

"Uh, yeah, we're here to pick up some stuff and drop some stuff off." Mal cocked his head to the side. "Which reminds me, what's with all the rabbit pelts?"

"Don't see how it's any a yer business seein' as I don't work for you," Jayne shifted his weight further off his leg. Zoe raised an eyebrow. "Get in another tussle?"

"No, and again, not yer business." Jayne finally noticed Simon and Kaylee seated in the back of the mule for the first time when Kaylee asked in a voice that sounded somewhat hurt. "Jayne, ain't you even happy ta see us?"

"Can't rightly say I am since y'all abandoned me an' crazy," he answered coolly and Kaylee looked away guiltily. Simon climbed out of the mule and helped Kaylee down as Mal asked in an unusually jovial manner. "You ain't seen li'l River Tam have ya?"

"Not since I first got here." It wasn't a lie. She wasn't River Tam, she was RiverCobb, and Jayne hadn't seen River Tam since he had first arrived at Harvest. "Why?"

"Well, seems her abilities came in more handy then we thought-"

"So, yer wantin' ta use 'er," Jayne ground out in disdain, "no wonder she ruttin' left the lot a' ya."

Sam tensed and made a move to attack, causing Jayne to bark, "Aufenthalt, Sam."

Wolf looked up at him like a soldier waiting for orders from his superior and Jayne jerked his head in the direction of the door. "Go make sure yer Momma's alright."

Wolf turned tail and slipped back inside and Jayne turned back to look at them. "I'd appreciate it if y'all just dropped off what ya came here ta drop off an' be on yer way."

Zoe shot Jayne a fierce glare and pulled a large crate out of the mule while Mal unloaded the second one. Zoe leveled her gaze on him. "We're also supposed ta be pickin' somethin' up-"

"Yeah, I'll be right back." Jayne glared at them. "Stay put."

He turned around and opened the door. Mal and Zoe exchanged a look when they heard Jayne holler inside, "Honey, where'd you put yer bin a fixed up stuff at?"

A minute later, Jayne kicked the door back open and stumbled out with the large bin of portable cortexes and other gadgets River had created. He handed it off to Mal and stacked the two crates and turned to leave when Mal called out curiously. "You got a woman in there?"

Jayne gave him annoyed look and grunted as he shifted the crates in his arms. "My wife, not that it's any a yer business. Now, get off my property."

Mal blinked rapidly as jayne opened the door to the cabin, whistled for Sam to follow him and then slammed said door in their faces. His curiosity over Jayne's marital status lasted no longer than a few moments and he turned back to the mule. "Guess his whorin' finally caught up to 'im an' he got one a his jian huo's in the family way."

"I'm not surprised," Simon muttered acidly before adding in a quiet voice, "I wonder what happened to River."

Jayne watched through the window as his and River's ex-crew mates departed. River came to stand next to him. "They are hollow, lonely."

He looked down at her. "What do you mean?"

"They don't remember what life was before Book and Wash died-before Miranda. All they remember is that there was pain and they'd rather forget," she whispered, "Forgetting is the worst thing they can do."

"One ought not forget one's past. No matter how bad it is." Jayne stiffened and River smiled up at him. "No, you are right. If I did not remember, I wouldn't realize how precious life really is." She bit her lower lip and her brow furrowed. "I don't want to go back with them."

He rubbed a hand down her back. "You ain't goin' nowhere."

Jayne and River weren't quite sure they would ever get used to rain after having spent so much time in the black. The first, second, and third time it had rained, they had stood on the porch and watched the droplets fall in awe. The fourth time, they had had the courage to reach out and touch it. The fifth time, River had raced right out into the diluge and spun around with her arms out and her face upturned as she tried to catch raindrop after raindrop on her tongue.

"River, yer gonna get sick," Jayne warned from the porch, his voice strained. She merely laughed and smiled, coming close to take hold of his hand and pull him out into the storm. "Come on, Jayne, can't let the ducks have all the fun!"

Jayne looked up, the rain droplets coming to rest on his face. "My Ma always said that rain was really the tears a angels."

River stopped spinning to look at him. "What would angels have to cry about," she asked as she followed his gaze heavenward. He shrugged. "I don't know."

"It rained after Wash and Book-" She looked down at the soaked ground. "Do you think maybe it rains when good people die?"

"I reckon that might be a reason." Jayne looked down for only a moment when he felt River wrap an arm around his waist and grab a handful of his shirt in her tiny fist as she stared up at the the clouded, grey sky. He patted her back as gently as possible and River sighed. "I love rain."

"Guess it ain't all that bad." River smiled up at him and then back at the rain clouds.

hou zi de pi gu: monkey's ass

Jian huo: cheap floozy

Aufenthalt: stay

A/N: Oh, the joys of tanning. Just so you know, the smells are horrendous. Why would anyone ever voluntarily tan hides for someone else? Jayne and Wolf's relationship progresses. Jayne is finally coming around to recognize that having Wolf around is not a bad thing. Jayne voicing his opinion about River getting involved physically with his and Stockley's feud shows us that Jayne cares more about keeping River safe than winning any fights.

The whole Serenity, seeing the crew thing. In this whole scenario on how the crew deals with their guilt, it was never my intention to have Mal and the rest of the crew just decide they wanted Jayne and River back because they're family. To me, Mal has never thought very highly of Jayne because of how crude he is and because Jayne really only spoke the language of money. The same goes for Zoe and Inara. Nevermind him having changed several times over the course of the show. And nevermind that the little stunt with River that he pulled in BDM (which she refers to in this chapter) was done out of fear that she would do what she had done in the Maidenhead again and attack all of them. In Mal, Zoe, Inara,Simon, and even Kaylee's eyes, Jayne is not that good of a guy and cares only for himself. Their abandonment of River is also, to them, basically ridding themselves of a burden. Simon is finally free to persue Kaylee and not feel guilty about not paying enough attention to his sister. Kaylee, though she misses River, sees this as an opportunity to have Simon all to herself. Mal and Zoe recognize that now that River is gone, they won't have to worry about getting into nearly as much trouble. And finally Inara won't have worry more than usual that Mal will get himself shot dead. So, that's why I have them actually pulling a legitimate job and transferring cargo from another planet to Harvest. Also, I wanted them to see how Jayne was now versus how he'll be later when they come back, which they will.

Why did I have Travis shoot his "Uncle" Jayne? Well, for Jayne's reaction of course. I wanted to show that instead of being a man who would howl and scream and pitch a fit about being shot by someone he knows-much like the fit he pitched when River cut him- he'd handle it with a little more finesse, showing that he is indeed a changed man. Also, River's reaction was a good reason for it.

River speaking, well, River-speak, is due to her emotional turmoil. Her feelings for Jayne and her confusion over them make it hard for her to focus on the external. Jayne realizes this, but instead of pushing her to understand it, he is willing to wait for her to come to understand them on her own terms.

Isaiah Johnson is the voice of wisdom. Like Book, he has seen it all, knows all. However, unlike Book, he is a very grumpy old man and adverse to showing any affection. He is like the grandfather figure to both River and Jayne. He is the tough as nails old man who knows a good man when he sees one, a dumb man when he sees one, and he will in later chapters be the voice of reason for man a people. He sees in Jayne a bit of himself and because of this, hopes to help guide him on the right path.

So, I'm out of author's note steam-well, really it's late, I'm tired and I really just need to get to be-and I should probably get this posted.

questions are welcome, ask away and you will receive an answer. reviews are also very welcome. Have a nice day/night, whatever it is and if I don't update soon, Happy Valentine's Day.