Malcolm Beauregard Reynolds (
badinlatin) wrote2005-12-25 11:12 pm
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Mal-Simon, Present Exchange at Crowley's.
Mal still has a present to give out.
"Doc? You 'round, anyplace?" Mal calls out into the main rooms of the spacious flat.
Do you blame him? It's not like he's going to go knocking on Kaylee's and Simon's door.
"Doc? You 'round, anyplace?" Mal calls out into the main rooms of the spacious flat.
Do you blame him? It's not like he's going to go knocking on Kaylee's and Simon's door.
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A pause, and a hasty excuse-me, and he returns a moment later with a flat package wrapped in white tissue paper.
Inside is a small, battered copy of The Devil's Dictionary, bound in scuffed brown leather.
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As he reads the title, Mal points to it while making a face at Simon.
Trying to tell me something?
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"Grammar, noun - A system of pitfalls thoughtfully prepared for the feet for the self-made man, along the path by which he advances to distinction."
A smile. "True enough."
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Mal grins again, still flipping through the book, when he looks up, somewhat sterner in the face but still with an amicable tone.
"You couldn't stop 'er from gettin' me these things?"
A glance to the suspenders.
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A grin bordering on the ridiculous sits on Mal's face. He does realize how impossible his order is.
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Simon's trying to keep a straight face.
"I see. Very well, sir. I'll get right on that."
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"If you figure it out, maybe you'll teach me, alright? Gotta figure out a way to get 'Nara convinced she ain't the captain 'round here.
"...though she is more entertaining sometimes when she acts that way."
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