Jet entered the living area, wiping his hands on his pants. Even with liberal use of a grease rag he'd still need to take a shower to get truly clean, but at least the zipcraft were all tuned up.
The others were gathered in the room already. Spike and Faye on the couch, clearly playing an awkward game of footsie under the guise of fighting one another for more couch space, and Ed was sitting crosslegged on the chair with Ein in her lap.
He barely gave them all a glance on his way through to the washroom, though they all seemed equally preoccupied. "What are you all eating?"
"Cookie tartare," Faye replied airily.
Her words made him pause just before going down the short set of stairs. "Cookie tar... Wait a minute..."
Spike was trying to hang a spoon from his nose when Jet looked at him as the lanky cowboy spoke up. "It's just cookie dough. Ignore Faye, she just likes to feel fancy."
Ed threw her arms up into the air, a spoon in one hand and an empty glass in her other hand. "Yup yup! Fancy pants! That's why we're using the pretty goblets!" She held the glass by the stem and twirled it between her thumb and pointer finger.
Jet's jaw dropped as he recognized what she held. "Hey! Are those my copita glasses?!"
Faye grinned at him. "Don't be such a grump, we saved you some!"
He felt his eyebrow twitching. "You're not supposed to eat cookie dough raw like that," He grumbled.
"Oh come on and live a little!" Faye shot back. She set her glass on the table and begun copying Spike with her spoon and nose.
"Were you saving these glasses for something? They were just collecting dust in the store room," Spike told him. He finally succeeded in balancing the spoon on the tip of his nose and crossed his eyes to add to the look.
"I... You..." Jet stopped himself. He hadn't yet had a chance to use the glasses - usually they drank straight from the bottle. It had been a goal in the back of his mind to one day have a refined whiskey palate, and these glasses had been a step towards that eventuality, though he'd forgotten they even existed since they'd been stashed since about the time Spike had joined him on the ship. The other man was far too prone to destruction for Jet to feel comfortable leaving delicate glassware lying around.
There was another copita glass on the table, stuffed with raw cookie dough, and Jet realized once again that his goals had been shuffled around entirely by this group of oddballs. They found a way to take everything he had and make it...different. Not bad, just... Repurposed. Kind of like what he'd done to the Bebop itself when he converted it from a fishing trawler to a space-worthy vessel.
They didn't do things at all the way someone would expect, but they did things with heart. And, while Jet was somewhat leery of eating anything one of the others had prepared - perhaps especially something relatively raw like this - he found himself picking up the glass and giving up on his mission to get clean.
Ed cheered him on. Faye managed to get the spoon on her nose but only had a moment to rejoice before Spike kicked at her ankle again, still pretending to vie for the couch space. Ein whined and curled up in Ed's lap to ignore the others and try to sleep.
It tasted like there was too much baking soda, but aside from that... The dough actually wasn't too bad. And really, sharing this time with these people seemed like a great way to break in those glasses, now that he thought about it.
*smash!*
Jet closed his eyes to savor the sweetness, deciding to ignore whoever had literally broken something nearby. Sure, this was his circus, but these clowns could just clean up after their own damn selves.