Chapter 15: Meals and Maybes

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Oz threw on a pair of jeans and a torn shirt before venturing out of his room. He passed by Jayne on his way to the kitchen.

"Can't you pick a color boy?" Jayne growled as he took in Oz's new hair.

"No." Oz shrugged.

"You do more to your hair then Inara and she's a companion." Jayne tilted his head. "You sly?"

"Interested?" Oz asked as his lips twitched slightly.

"What no! Course not. I like girls, only women for Jayne." Jayne said quickly.

"Really?" Oz raised an eyebrow.

Jayne glared, "You're just messing with me, ain't you?" Oz shrugged again and Jayne paused a moment. Then he shoved past Oz, "I'm going to go work out."

Oz looked at the mercenary's back as he walked away. 'He really reminds me of Larry. Why do these people make me think of Sunnydale?'

'Pack?' Fenir questioned.

'We're not going to be here long enough for them to become pack.' Oz responded. He didn't move for a few moments, too wrapped up in his own thoughts.

'Food!' The wolf howled, jarring Oz from his thoughts.

'Alright, alright. I'm going.' Oz continued on to the kitchen. He entered the kitchen at the same time as Wash was coming in through one of the other doors. "Hey." Oz nodded his head in the pilot's direction.

"Oz, how's it going?" Wash smiled.

"Good." Oz responded. He looked at Wash's shirt and laughed.

"What?" Wash wondered. He looked down at himself, "Is it the shirt? I knew I shouldn't have worn it. It doesn't go with my Hawaiian shirt at all. But Zoe thought I should wear it. And I'm not one to ignore the missus."

Oz shook his head and began looking for something to eat. Wash joined him in the hunt for food. After ten minutes they had found something acceptable and sat down to eat. "You like Serenity?" Wash asked.

"Yea she's cool." Oz said.

"Oh we could turn down the temperature if—" Wash started to get up.

"No I meant she's tranquil like." Oz corrected himself.

"That she is. When ever I fly her, I feel like a leaf on the wind. I just glide with the breeze or get swept away and can still make the gentlest of landings." Wash said.

"That good huh?" Oz smirked.

"I'm one of the best." Wash replied. "Speaking of which, I need to go check on her. Make sure we on course." The pilot got up and placed his dishes in the sink. "I'll talk with you later."

Oz was just about finished his meal when Fenir spoke up again, 'Pack.'

'Maybe.'