Mal-Kaylee, outside.

[badinlatin]

Caspian is around...Mal thinks, anyway. The thought is enough - and a filled flask that is easily tucked away - for Mal to head out to the stables and not just to the paddock where some of the horses were out for the morning. A dry swallow, and the door is slid open to the stable, and the interior of the building is traversed quickly - Tequila's tack has even been cleaned, thanks probably to a meticulous stablemaster.

"Sorry I got...lazy on you, Halo," Mal says absently. Tequila does not forgive Mal until the carrots come into view.

Saddle pad, saddle and bridle and reins are fetched and harnessed quickly, and Mal walks his horse to a flat area just in front of the paddock gate. He can't decide if he wants to ride for speed or tricks today, and Tequila isn't helping - antsy for action, the horse gives a loud snort.

Of course, that may be in recognition of hearing someone else in the vicinity.

Comments

[gonna_live]

Quiet: "If they can."

[badinlatin]

If they want to.

Tequila can stay outside until Caspian brings all animals inside.

Mal's done enough for one day.

"You know," Mal starts, much more awkwardly than normal, making his way out of the building on the path toward the bar, "I finished a blanket for Naomi."

[ooc:internet went out all night.]

[gonna_live]

This...elicits a small smile that tilts toward soft. "Yeah?"

[badinlatin]

"Yeah," Mal repeats.

"I manage to come up with appropriate giftin' on occasion. Don't spread it around, though - ruin my reputation as evil and uncaring."

[gonna_live]

"And we wouldn't want that." Grinning. "You given it to 'em yet?"

[badinlatin]

"No. Wanted to give it to Zo' direct after I -- "

apologize explain myself beg

" -- we talk on a couple things."

[gonna_live]

Kaylee decides not to ask what.

"Let me guess -- it's brown?"

[badinlatin]

"Blue."

There is a semblance of a defense in, "I am trainable."

[gonna_live]

Kaylee grins. "Never thought you weren't."

[badinlatin]

That's a small club you're claiming membership in, you know.
"Think I might have had more 'n enough training for one day, though," Mal points out, the pair having reached the entrance into Milliways. "Don't suppose I could interest you in french fries 'n vinegar?"

...

"Or...y'know, a...salad. Or...somethin'."

[gonna_live]

"Think I'll go with the salad, Mal."

The pause between the next-to-last and last word almost isn't there.

She tilts her grin up at him. "You do that, and I'll get dessert."