Thump. Thump. Tap. Tap. Rolling on to her side and groaning, Faye's green eyes attempted to focus on the numbers on the alarm clock. Ugh, 7:30...not again. Rolling away from the angry red numbers, she forced her eyes shut, until the scent of coffee assaulted her senses. Well this sure is déjà vu..

Reaching down and fumbling around on the floor, nimble fingers soon came in contact with a sought out item. Grabbing a hooded sweatshirt, Faye tugged it over her head and stumbled groggily out of bed. A slight headache remaining from the night before made itself known as she stepped out into the well lit hallway.

"Damn it Spike, why the hell are you up already?" she muttered to herself.

As she passed the worn yellow couch, she stopped, rubbing her eyes. The cushions were missing.

"What in the hell….?"

As she pattered into the kitchen, desperately seeking a cup of coffee, she noticed several bags on the table, as well as the missing chairs at the scuffed up table. Absent mindedly rubbing the back of her neck, Faye began to examine the contents of one of the bags. Graham crackers, hotdogs, buns, marshmallows. The sound of a throat being cleared brought her back into the now, as she jumped a little, standing face to face with none other than Spike.

Opening her mouth to speak, Faye froze as she observed Spike's outfit. He wore the same cargo shorts and white T shirt from the day before, but now also wore a faded flannel shirt as well. Didn't know he owned one of those either…guess you really do learn something new everyday.. Motioning to the bags on the table, and then at Spike himself, Faye finally found her words, taking a deep breath. "Wh…what is all of this?"

Setting down a case of beer that he had been carrying into the room he rubbed the back of his neck almost sheepishly. "Well, look…I did a lot of thinking last night. And I uhh…guess you were kinda right."

Faye crossed her arms across her chest and waited for him to continue.

"I know I haven't always been fair to you…..OK well…no, scratch that. I haven't really ever been fair to you. I know I can be a real prick, and really that's no way to treat a friend, and I'm sorry." his voice dropped in volume and trailed off at the end, but Faye had still heard him loud and clear.

She stared blankly at him Did he really just apologize? First time for everything I suppose. Trying to keep things light hearted, she chose not to mention his apology. "Okay…but still, what's with all this stuff?"

Spike smirked. "Well…that's part of my peace offering, I guess you could say."

Faye peered into the bags again, brows furrowing a bit. " I am still confused, and where did the couch cushions and kitchen chairs go?"

"Oh, those? Well, Miss Valentine, if you would just so kindly follow me, I will show you."

Rolling her eyes, Faye followed him down the corridor, through the hangar, and out to the flight deck; where an awkward mass soon met her field of vision. Walking around the bulky creation, Faye soon realized that it was the missing kitchen chairs with a tarp secured around them. Sitting neatly inside were the missing cushions, a few blankets, a couple pillows, and a battery operated lantern. "Ok seriously Spike, what's going on?"

Placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it, Spike inhaled deeply before shoving his hands in his pockets. "Like I said Faye, I did some thinking last night." He exhaled a cloud of smoke before continuing. "You said you couldn't remember if you had ever been camping, I mean I know that its not exactly the real deal, but its somethin' " Slipping his smoke between his fingers he extended his other hand to her. "So what ya say? Truce?"

Faye arched an eyebrow at him, staring at his hand for a moment, before taking it in hers. "All right. Truce."

Spike hand yet to release his grasp on her hand. "But there are a couple rules…well ok, just one rule. Everything we will need will be out here. The Bebop is off limits, except for the bathroom."

Noticing that her hand still rested in Spike's, Faye quickly let it drop to her side, and gave an exasperated sigh. "Fine Lunkhead, I'll play your game, but I am taking a shower first." Spinning quickly around, Faye headed back for the ship. Silently she was thankful that Spike couldn't see the stupid grin plastered across her face.