CHAPTER 13

(Language warning!—andit's in English! Definitely not The Vagina Monologues use of the word.

The city of New Dunsmuir on Beaumond held some interesting memories for the crew of Serenity; not all of them were the fond revisiting sort. But that was where the job was, so that was where they went. The day they touched down was spent with the usual refueling and restocking of the ship. The next afternoon, Mal, Zoë, and Jayne would go meet the contact and collect the cargo of porcelain dolls to be hand painted on Harvest. That meant the crew had the night to do what they wanted and the next morning to recuperate.

Everyone eagerly embraced the free time. Simon planned to take Kaylee out for a romantic dinner using the very last of his savings from Osiris—after this night he would be completely broke for the first time in his life. Kaylee was bouncing off of the bulkheads all day in jittery excitement, and when they finally touched down and her job was over, she ran to Inara's shuttle to beg the Companion to help her get ready. She didn't want to embarrass Simon on their first fancy date.

Inara agreed to help, although only half of her mind was on dressing Kaylee in the pretty cream slip-dress. The other half was on her own non-date with the Captain that evening. At breakfast he casually brought up the name of a semi-well-known folk singer whose face was on posters all over the docks publicizing his performance. Inara had expressed a mild interest, and they decided that they would share cab fare and the cheque at the pub where the singer would be performing.

The two resident mothers of the group were calling it an early night because of the kiddies. River and Zoë decided to take Dewey and Angel for ice cream in the nicer part of town—the part where River wouldn't be recognized for causing a bar fight—and then to a children's outdoor puppet theater. Zoë also suggested that they check to see if there was a movie they could download to watch once the little ones were tucked in bed. River loved the idea, loved being treated like an adult by at least one member of the crew, and eagerly agreed to it.

They were up on the bridge scanning the list of new releases on the Cortex. River heard the hatch of one of the bunks open. Since Kaylee and Mal were already out of there bunks, and Zoë was with her, it could only be Jayne. She craned her neck to look with a little smile of greeting on her mouth until she saw which shirt the mercenary was wearing. It was that god-awful striped thing. The one he wore when going to get some trim.

Her irises constricted, mouth tightening into a line. She sucked in breath through her nose, and spun back around in her seat.

Zoë took in River's behavior and raised her eyebrows. She looked over her shoulder to find Jayne in his whoring shirt. He locked his bunk, and glanced up at the bridge.

"Going out, Jayne?" Zoë asked.

"Managed t'save enough ta hit a decent cat house," he said. "No thanks to Mal an' that shit-fer-nothin' Paquin job a month ago."

River snorted and pulled her feet up onto the pilot's chair.

Jayne walked up the first few stairs to peek in the cockpit. "An' what're you three," he looked at Dewey sitting in the playpen with Angel, "an' the monster, doin' with yer free night?"

Dewey made a face at him. "Big hairy stinky man!"

Jayne glared down at the red-head.

"Ice cream," River reported. "Puppet theater—Punch and Judy. Then bed. Possibly a movie if Zoë and I can find one we like."

She stabbed the NEXT button on the touch screen.

Jayne wondered why she sounded weird. All stiff and mechanical-like. And she didn't turn around to look at him. River always looked a person in the eye when she talked to him—even if she didn't particularly like the person.

He raised an eyebrow and stared at the back of her head as if that would make her turn around. When she remained facing forward, he frowned. He didn't know what was wrong with her, but he didn't feel like trying to figure it out this time. She didn't look like she was going to go all killer woman again, so he figured it was okay to leave.

"Right. Well…." He nodded to Zoë, and waved to Angel who now knew what the gesture meant, and responded with, "Du-bye!" and a wave of her own.

Dewey scrunched up his little freckled face and blew a raspberry at Jayne. Jayne returned the hostile gesture by waving a knuckle sandwich. The kid was adjusting to life on the ship as his burns slowly healed. He was nicer to Angel now. He even let her play with the only slightly fire damaged toys he brought from home. But Dewey and Jayne did not get along. The boy had no fear of Jayne, and he took every opportunity to hassle the man. They had a feud going.

"You'd best be putting that fist down now," Zoë warned.

"He started it," the big man muttered as he left.

"Have a nice time," River called after him in the chilliest tone Zoë ever heard the younger woman use.

When Jayne was down the hall, safely out of earshot, Zoë said, "Sweetie, keep in mind, as nice as he is to Angel, and even to you from time to time, he's still Jayne. Don't expect too much."

"Don't expect anything." Stab. "I have no opinion on Jayne buying the services he feels he requires. It's just…it's not economical the way he does it! And it is hardly healthy. He stops at a whorehouse, or picks up some random woman on every terraformed rock we land on long enough for him to go get some trim. Who knows how many hundreds of credits and platinum notes he's spent by now on fleeting pleasure. Or how many communicable diseases he's contracted along the way. Man must have a small pharmacy stashed in his bunk to stave off any outbreaks."

Of course, considering all the times Jayne went to the infirmary, if Simon had found any of the more interesting strains of bacteria or viruses, he would have told her so they could laugh about it. Or, more likely, River would have picked up on her brother's knowledge. Simon would never betray doctor/patient confidentiality even if it did involve Jayne and genital herpes.

"So you don't mind that Jayne's going out tonight to find female company?" Zoë pushed.

"Probably blonde female company in the one-hundred twenty to one thirty-five weight class between the ages of twenty-five and thirty-seven." She glanced at Zoë. "Statistically speaking."

"Nope," the First Mate deadpanned. "No opinion at all."

Of course not. It was none of her concern if he paid some peroxide using tramp who painted her cosmetics on an inch thick to cover her shallow complexion, wore blouses a size too small to make her chest appear larger, and whose cunt was so loose it looked like roast beef.

That isn't fair, she reprimanded herself. After all, she never had an ill thought about Inara and her work. Petaline, when not focused on the painful birthing process, had been sweet, though fearful for her child's future. And even the blonde Jayne had gravitated to the instant he walked through the Heart of Gold's front door, Helen, was intelligent, and River sensed that she was a fiercely loyal friend. It was hypocritical to pardon those women for their careers but condemn the one Jayne would be with tonight.

"I don't care," she repeated softly, and pressed the NEXT button with controlled force.

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Mal and Inara came back to Serenity before midnight, but they ended up sitting in the galley with a bottle of engine wine for hours. They talked and reminisced as the wine and time flowed into the wee hours of the morning. Mal told Inara about growing up on Shadow. He admitted that he'd sort of liked transporting those cows for Sir Warrick Harrow because it reminded him of working on his momma's ranch as a kid. He hadn't been able to go to school everyday like the most of kids, but Lillian Reynolds made sure her son was no illiterate fool. His mother was one of the strongest, smartest women in the 'Verse, and she set a high standard for any leader, friend, or woman to come after her.

"She would'a loved this crew," he said. "Would'a even had Jayne hoppin' to. She wouldn't like of all the jobs we took, but I think she'd be proud of the work we done."

"What happened to her?" Inara asked.

"Not entirely sure." Mal rotated his mug of wine between his hands. "I enlisted after the Alliance made its all-mighty presence known by outlawing the Founder's Day Festival—said that one planet in the Alliance was as good as the next, and that our founders were the founders of every world spinnin' since we all come from the same place. About two years later I got sent home to fight…an' it wasn't the place I grew up. It was cratered and gray, an' there wasn' a soul around that wasn't in uniform. I never got word of what happened to her."

Inara placed her hand on his arm. "I'm so sorry, Mal."

"Yeah, well…long time ago. What about you?"

"Me?"

"I told you my sad story. You tell me yours."

"I, uh…. You know most of it already, I think," she confessed. "I was an accident, my mother hates me, I got pregnant a year into my journeymanship as a Companion, I lost the baby, and so I decided to come out into the Black, and met you. The rest you've been present for."

Mal downed the last of his wine and poured more into his mug. "Here's what I don't understand, 'Nara. If you got such issues with your mother, why'd you become a Companion in the first place?"

"At first it was because the world of the Companion was the only thing I'd ever known. Then I wanted to please my mother because I foolishly believed I could earn her love by following in her footsteps. But…." She stared down at the rough wood her fingernail traced. "But it started to become something that I enjoyed—and, no, not just the sex."

Mal closed his mouth, and smirked. "I was just gonna say—"

"Well, don't," she warned. "Being a Companion was never about sex to me. Or rather, it wasn't about selling sex for the sake of sex."

Inara took a breath and wondered exactly what she did find so—to use an unfortunate, though applicable, word—satisfying about her job. She had never actually tried to explain it before. "I've always seen my job as a way to help people with their problems. Sometimes a client is so busy in the outside world, so much responsibility on his or her shoulders, that they stop taking care of their own needs. They end up with an enormous amount of anxiety and tension, and I help them relax, if only for a night, and give them comfort.

"Or, I've taken clients who are still virgins at what is socially seen as an advanced age, and I initiate him into sexual adulthood. I help these young men gain confidence, and teach them respect for their partner so that when they encounter their bride or a lover who is a virgin they can be gentle and patient with her, and give the pleasure that they received.

"And sometimes all a client really needs is to talk, and sex is a way to help them relax and open up. Companions hear more than their fare share of secrets in pillow talk. We hear out a client's fears and insecurities, their dilemmas and their great ideas, and we council the person and help them to reach a healthy conclusion. That's why I like my job, Mal. I like helping people."

"I still don't understand it," he admitted. "Call me old fashioned, but I don't understand how you can have sex with someone and not have feelings for that person."

"Like you did with Nandi?"

Mal straightened his spine. Nandi had been a hell of a woman. She was like him in more ways than one, and that may have been why he'd slept with her that night before the showdown. Nandi was like a female version of himself, and he knew that was a bad combination for long-term bliss, but for a night it was just fine. Also, he'd been stung by Inara's distance, so he wanted to have sex with someone who was emotionally distant.

"I can't rightly acc—"

"Or how about Saffron?"

"I didn't—!"

"You were going to."

He rubbed his thumb across his forehead. "I don't know what you want me to say, 'Nara. The Saffron-Yolanda-whoever thing was a lapse in judgment and me spending a long gorram time not havin' had any decent female companionship." He winced at his word choice. "And with Nandi, it was…I think it was both of us tryin' to find you in the other, and in neither case did it work."

"Mal…" she whispered.

"Just tell me what you want from me, Inara."

What did she want from him?

She licked her lips. "I want you to respect my reasons for being a Companion even if you don't understand them. I want you to stop making fun of my clients and their needs. I want you to stop calling me a whore."

"Wish I could promise you all that, but we both know it'd be a lie. But I'll try, 'Nara. I will try," he said as he leaned forward.

"I wouldn't expect anything less," she agreed coming forward to meet him. "Mal?"

"Hm?"

"I want you to kiss me."

"Now that one I can do."

As first kisses go, this was technically the second. But Mal didn't know that as he had been unconscious for the real first, so he took his sweet time. He let his mouth hover over hers and finally dip down to cover first her top lip then her bottom. Inara let him take the lead at first, but realized that was the way she responded to clients. This was Mal.

She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer, her lips parted to invite his tongue inside, and Mal entered with enthusiasm. He never enjoyed dancing so much as with this one woman.

A great clang from the stairwell interrupted them. Mal leapt up, and reached for his sidearm. Kaylee's muffled giggle and the doctor's cursing, and subsequent apologies, drifted up to the mess. The giddy couple tumbled into the hallway a moment later. Mal crossed his arms, and cleared his throat before Simon had a chance to stick his tongue back down Kaylee's.

"Have a nice dinner?"

They jumped and Simon's ears turned red.

Kaylee grinned. "Very nice. Extremely nice. Fantastic! I ate so much I thought I was gonna bust, and there were about a million forks Simon had t'tell me when to use. It was great. And now we're going to bed. See ya in the mornin'."

"Goodnight," Inara said.

"'Night!" Kaylee waved.

Inara noticed a glint of light and called out, "Kaylee!"

The mechanic spun around, her brows raised. Inara waved the fingers of her left hand with a quizzical raise of her own brow. Kaylee smiled.

"Sh! We're announcing it tomorrow at breakfast."

"Announcing what?" Mal asked.

Simon opened his mouth, but Kaylee grabbed his arm and dragged him down the hall. They were down in her bunk with the hatch closed before Mal could repeat the question.

"Announce wha—Hey!" He turned to Inara. "Announce what?"

She sighed in despair at his cluelessness. "Oh, Mal."

"Did he….Did they…?" Mal sputtered pointing down the hall. "That…they…ring! He proposed, didn't he? And she said yes! I don't recall him asking my permission."

"You're not her father, Mal!"

"But I'm the captain! An' you can bet if he didn' ask me, who's right here on the very same ship as him, he surely didn' wave her daddy to ask his permission to marry his baby girl." Mal frowned at Kaylee's hatch door. "They're gonna be loud all night. Not gonna get a lick a'sleep."

Inara shook her head. She stood up, and stepped to Mal's side. She kissed his cheek and murmured, "Goodnight, Mal."

He grunted still glaring at the bunk next to his own. When Inara started to leave, he called after her, "Don't suppose I could sleep with you tonight?"

"Don't push it, Mal," she teased.

"Come on, 'Nara. You've slept with—" He slammed his lips shut and swallowed the bile-tasting comment back down. "Sorry 'bout that. Seems I can't even go five minutes."

She smiled, and walked back to him. "You didn't say it, though. You're making progress."

"Progress is good."

He smiled as he bent forward to kiss her again. It was as slow and testing as the previous one, but though she wanted to stay and explore this new development in their relationship further, Inara inched away after only a moment's contact. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Yeah. We got that big announcement to hear."

"Goodnight."

"'Night."

He watched her walk out, and smiled when she turned her head for one last look before she rounded the corner. He hooked his thumbs through his suspender straps and walked to his bunk. Hopefully the steel of the bulkheads would keep most of the sound next door, out of his room.

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By seven am, River was wide awake. The Academy had trained her to function on minimal sleep, so her restless three and a half hours would be enough to get her through the day.

With a sigh, she kicked off her blankets, but couldn't bring herself to get up yet. She'd lain awake for hours that night tossing and turning while she tried to put her mind on mute. She told herself one hundred and twelve times to stop thinking about the lummox, and go to sleep. But every time she thought she found a comfortable position, she started to wonder what Jayne was doing. What did tonight's entrée look like? Did he go straight to the nearest bordello, or did he stop to drink and play a few hands of cards first? Maybe there was a woman at the bar he stopped at, and he got a room with her—sex free of charge.

Every time she caught her mind dwelling on him, River called herself a big idiot. It was none of her business. After all, she was never bothered by the sexual habits of the other members of the crew. Not that they ever knew, nor would River ever tell them, but she had peeked in on some of Serenity's couples private endeavors physically or psychically. Purely for educational purposes, of course.

Everyone had their kinks, she reasoned. Voyeurism was hers. River wondered if Jayne had any kinks. If she had to guess, she'd bet he liked being dominated. He probably enjoyed it when his partner forced him into the subordinate position.

And there she went thinking about him again!

River rolled out of bed with a frustrated groan. If she was awake, she might as well start the day. She checked on Angel before heading down to the bathroom to use the toilet facilities and brush her teeth. The baby was still asleep, but River could almost guarantee that her daughter would be awake by the time she returned. Whether it was budding intuitive abilities or simply a baby's natural ability to know when her mother was awake, River couldn't decide, but Angel was always awake just before or just after she herself awoke.

Adhering to tradition, when River returned from the head, Angel was sitting up in her crib rubbing her eyes. "Morning, cherub."

"Mum-um-ah."

"Did you have happy dreams?" River asked as she reached in and lifted the girl out. They chatted with each other while River changed her daughter's diaper, and dressed her in a mint green checkered one-piece with a bunny on the front. River didn't bother to put shoes on the girl as Angel had inherited River's opinion that life was better in bare feet.

River sat the girl on her still unmade bed while she went to find something to wear. There was nothing. She had the body of a stick insect, and everything she owned hung on her like drapes. River shook her head, grabbed her white cotton robe, and put it on over her tank-top and pajama pants. There was no use getting dressed today.

She lifted Angel down from the bed and held her hands to let her toddle out of the room and over to the stairs by the infirmary. River carried her up the two flights to the galley because those stairs weren't the safest for a new walker. She never noticed how many sharp corners, steep inclines, and hazardous drops there were on Serenity until Angel took her first wobbling steps headed straight for the nearest stairwell.

Mal was already awake and sitting at the table in the mess with his coffee and a glass of instant orange juice when River led Angel in. "What are the Tam girls doing up so early on their morning off?"

"Not the only Tam girls anymore," River read from him. "Not for long. Simon proposed at dinner last night."

"Did you know he was gonna do that?" the Captain demanded.

"Helped him rehearse," she admitted with a cheeky grin. "He didn't ask first because he was worried someone would let his intentions slip and ruin the surprise for Kaylee. Worried that she would say no, and he would look foolish."

"As if little Kaylee would'a said no to him," he mumbled.

"That's what I said," River said as she buckled Angel into her highchair. As she went to the pantry for the baby cereal and small jars of processed fruit, she asked, "How was your evening with Inara?"

"You askin' 'cause you don't know or 'cause this is one of those things you wanna hear aloud?"

"To speak a thing aloud is to acknowledge its existence," River intoned. "Like Jayne saying my name instead of calling me 'girl.'"

She made a face at herself as she pulled the cereal off its shelf. Why did she have to keep coming back to him all the sudden?

"Well then, yes, we had a nice time," the Captain conceded. "Sat out here at the table for a while, talked…."

River giggled as she exited the pantry, and said, "Smoochies."

Mal looked down at the table thinking it was stupid that he was embarrassed by the girl's childish teasing.

The lovebirds walked in, and hearing River's laughter, Kaylee asked, "What's so funny? Did we miss something?"

"Captain and Inara had smoochies!" River announced as she skipped over the sink to mix Angel's milk and cereal.

The mechanic squealed. "Oh! You didn't tell us there were smoochies!"

"You interrupted the smoochies," River said.

Kaylee playfully smacked Simon's shoulder. "See? I told'ja you should've stopped kissing me and watched where you were going!"

"I'm terribly sorry," the Doctor quipped. "I don't know what I was thinking."

Angel added her two cents in a giggling squeal, and pounded her hands against the tray of her high chair. River and Kaylee laughed, and Simon chuckled while he poured himself a cup of coffee.

A buzz came over the com followed by Jayne's voice. "Hey, I'm back. Somebody let me in."

Grateful for the interruption, Mal hopped up and headed for the bridge to opened the lock on the inner door, but Zoë's voice crackled over the intercom before he reached the hall. "I got it."

The squeak of the hinges on the steel door followed a second later. With a huff, Mal took his seat again while the two women discussed River's sudden hatred of every article of clothing she owned, and the Doctor made breakfast. Inara strolled in a second later, and smiled warmly to the crew gathered in the mess to hide her disappointment. She was hoping that everyone would still be asleep so that she would get some time alone with Mal.

"Good morning." She greeted them, and when she received River's knowing smile and Kaylee's grin in return, she asked, "Did I miss something?"

"Cap'n and 'Nara, sittin' in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Kaylee sang.

Inara's cheeks pinked, and she looked at Mal. He shook his head pointing at River. Of course. It was the resident psychic that leaked the news of their ended stalemate.

Tromping on the stairs behind her prompted Inara to move farther into the room so that Jayne, Zoë, and Dewey could enter. Zoë looked around the room before she led Dewey to the chair that supported his booster seat. "What's everyone doing up so early?"

"I wondered the same thing," Inara admitted. "I thought the crew would take advantage of their morning off by sleeping in."

Jayne shrugged and headed to the lounge area to settle into one of the bucket-seated crash chairs.

"I wanted to sleep," Zoë said as she headed for the coffee pot. "Dewey wouldn't let me."

"'S brefest!" the boy said. "Gotta eat brefest at brefest time."

"I was too exited to sleep in, so I dragged Simon up here," Kaylee said linking her arm with Simon's, and grinning up at him as he smiled down at her. "We got an announcement—though most of ya already know."

Simon cleared his throat. "We—uh…I asked, and she said…."

"We're gettin' married!" she squealed.

Since Mal and Inara knew about it since last night, and River had helped her brother practice what he was going to say, the only two who were announced to were Zoë and Jayne. Zoë gave the couple a sad smile remembering her wedding with Wash. Jayne raised his eyebrows, and mumbled a congratulations.

Kaylee started talking about her dream wedding as Simon brought two plates of scrambled eggbeaters and facon over to the table. "And I want the whole crew to be in the wedding! 'Nara, I was hopin' you'd be my Maid-of-Honor?"

"Of course, sweetie. I'm flattered." Inara returned the hug when Kaylee threw her arms around her shoulders.

"And since we can't go back to Osiris to ask any of Simon's old friends to be Best Man, would you mind doin' it, Cap'n?" Kaylee asked.

Simon choked on a bite looking caught. This was the first that he'd thought about who was going to stand as his Best Man since he had only gotten engaged eight hours ago. He cleared his throat, and took a drink of coffee while he thought it over. Mal was sort of like a mean, slightly abusive older brother, so it kind of made sense to choose him. Simon tugged on his ear as he stammered, "Wu—uh, would you mind?"

Mal preened. "Sure, Doc, I'll stand up with ya. Does this mean I'm in charge of the bachelor party?"

"And makin' sure my groom gets to the altar," Kaylee warned. "That makes Jayne a groomsman, and Angel—my niece-to-be!—the flower girl, and Dewey will be the ring bearer, and River and Zoë as bridesmaids. Actually, I was thinkin' ya might wanna walk with the kids down the aisle so they don't get scared, and so they go the direction they're supposed to. They're still pretty little."

"That's a reasonable request," River agreed, and Zoë nodded her consent.

"Oh, I haven't told you the best part yet! I already know what the colors for the wedding are going to be. White, of course, and yellow!"

The women's faces fell. Zoë and River looked to Inara to talk Kaylee out of it. Inara nodded and held up her hand; she'd take care of it. "Kaylee, mei-mei, we have a while to plan, I'm sure. Let's review our options before you decide on anything so…unique."

"But I like yellow."

"It's a lovely color, mei-mei, and there are shades we can work with. We'll look through some bridal magazines this evening, how about that?"

River tuned out the rest of Kaylee and Inara's conversation as she finished feeding Angel. Or, rather, she occasionally helped Angel direct the spoon to her mouth since she could nearly feed herself now. It was still messy, but at least the majority got into her mouth, now. It freed River up to glance over at Jayne more often.

He looked tired and his clothes were wrinkled. Long exhausting night, obviously. River could almost smell the cheap, isopropyl-based perfume from her seat at the table. She squeezed her eyes shut in attempt to defend herself from the inkling of comprehension that brushed at the edges of her mind. Maybe she did know why his sex habits bothered her. She wasn't ready to accept it yet, but she was forming a hypothesis against her will.

"River? Are you all right?" Zoë asked.

Her eyes snapped open, head came up, and she turned to the First Mate. "Yes. Fine. Just thinking."

Zoë frowned, and glanced back at Jayne who was now, grunting, rising from his chair.

"I'm goin' to shower an' change. What time we meetin' for the job?"

"'Bout thirteen hundred," Mal said.

"See ya then."

Jayne went to his bunk, stripped, and stepped into the tiny shower stall in the front corner of his bunk. When the hot water hit his shoulders he groaned. That mattress at Kitty's Cat Corner was lumpy as all hell. He hadn't minded it so much during the main event, but afterwards he couldn't find a comfortable spot to save his life. Though lumpy mattresses hadn't bothered him much before. Maybe his body was getting more sensitive as he aged, because even after three rounds of romping in short order, Jayne couldn't fall asleep.

Jayne was known in Kitty's place, as well as many others, as a schedule-clearer, and he was proud to live up to his reputation. Where other men would go in and spend their paid hour in having their own needs met, Jayne liked to take his time so that everybody was happy at the end of the session. And, admittedly, he liked having something or someone to hold onto while he slept, so he specially requested women who didn't mind cuddling with customers. Except he'd spent most of last night tossing, and this morning he'd been so antsy he rolled out of bed as soon as the sun came up, got dressed, thanked Lydie for a good time, paid her, and headed back to Serenity.

He must have just been more wound up than he thought. It had been a while since he got any sexing. He shut the water off, and stepped out to dry off, mentally planning his day. Since he still had the morning free, he wondered what River and Angel were going to do. Maybe he'd tag along with them.

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facon fake + bacon This word was, as far as I know, originally used in Rayne fanon by Michmack in her Little Things series. It ain't mine, but I had to use it, because it's so apt. All rights belong to her, though.

Footnote: WHERE ARE THE SHOWERS? Am I the only one that worries about how the crew bathed? No one seems to have a concrete answer, and Taramonk's sister's advice was to put a shower in wherever I wanted one, so I put a small stall in each bunk and the water supply is rationed, along with Serenity having a damn fine filtration system thanks to Ms. Kaywinnet Lee Frye, soon to be Kaylee Tam.

Mrs. Kaylee Tam.

Mrs. Dr. Simon Tam

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