Wherever you call home.

[onemanshort.livejournal.com]

Who: onemanshort, hotforhooker, someoneto_carry, fredless, mademyownpath, banditlegacy, and gottaknockhard
What: Kaylee makes a "family" dinner.
When: Backdated like a boss to Saturday, September 17
Where: SereniCrew Quarters
Rating: PG? Maybe 13 for language, depending on the topic.

It had taken a few hours to be sure everything was ready, but when six o'clock rolled around, the table was set for as fine a dinner as the Serenity Crew had ever sat down to. It might not have had the Shepherd's herbs, but it was real food, carefully prepared by someone who'd learned how to make the best out of even the most meager of supplies.

Tender potroast, mashed potatoes, plates piled high with different sorts of vegetables, and the fixings for salad were all set out in the center. And, back in the kitchen, a chocolate cake waited for anyone still hungry enough to make it to dessert (if they didn't sneak a taste of it first).

Beaming, Kaylee gestured to the display. "Well, there ain't any reason to wait. If you want somethin', dig on in."

[Thanks to notifs and various RL things on everyone's part, feel free to slow tag and threadjack like crazy. Prose or actionspam are more than welcome. Whatever floats your boat.]

Comments

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

Yeah, between that. [And all the other things he never elaborates on. Spike makes himself a plate, piled about as high as he can manage. Hopefully nobody was counting on having seconds.

Satisfied he has enough to get started, he sits grabs a fork.]

Can't complain when it's got this kind of payoff.

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

[John chuckles, digging into his own plate]

They sure have outdone themselves.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Spike isn't wasting time with formalities, but mumbles in agreement. You'd think he didn't have any food out in that shack he's been living in. Eventually he pauses long enough for actual words--]

That's fine with me.

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

Me too, it's been a long time since I had a good meal like this. [Or..you know, EVER]

Chew your food, you'll regret it after if you don't. [So sue him, he's a dad, he notices these things]

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Actually it reminds him of Jet when he hears that. There's probably some weird psychological thing behind this, but he just swallows down his current mouthful and grins.]

They have anything to wash it down with? [Let's not spoil things by having to wish for alcohol.]

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

[John glances around]

Maybe, if we're lucky...

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Kaylee wouldn't let him down, would she?]

You know, I used to keep a flask with me. [Until it turned out to be evil. He really should have replaced that.]

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

[YOU NEVER KNOW]

...You don't have it now? [Yeah, don't go waving the evil flask about dude]

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Maybe if they keep talking about it loud enough.]

I lost it somewhere. [Keeps it under his mattress. Whatever.]

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

Ain't much good being lost.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[He takes that to mean he doesn't have one either. They really need to work out some priorities.]

Oh well. [Against his better judgment, he wishes for a beer from the castle. Drastic times, yadda yadda.]