Rated T for talk about female anatomy. You have been warned.
It was dinnertime on the Condor. Piper had made peas, and Finn and Junko were using them as ammunition in their catapult war. Using plastic spoons, the two were now slinging little green orbs at each other from opposite sides of the table.
"Ha ha!" Finn barked. "Head shot!"
Piper moaned and slapped her forehead. She had changed into a t-shirt and shorts for a deck jog, and had not changed back to her usual uniform for dinner. "Guys, can you please-AH!"
A pea had drifted slightly off course and ended up-
"Oh, dear," Aerrow murmured, turning pink.
Finn snickered. "Piper, did that pea just go into your...cleavage?"
She blushed a fiery shade of crimson. "Well, it's not like it's my fault!" she barked, heading for the bathroom.
Junko seemed confused. "What's a...a...cleavage?"
It was Finn's turn to become red, but not due to embarrassment. More like...anticipation. Aerrow and Stork both covered their ears, and Radarr left the room altogether.
"A cleavage is the space between a lady's..." Finn paused, searching for the correct wording. "Boobas."
Stork dunked his head onto his plate of food, and Aerrow began snickering into his shirt.
Junko still seemed confused. "Ohm...What's a 'booba?'"