randomplaces | The Good Ship Serenity: Lunchtime

Iroh peered into the drybox containing the ship's supply of rice and sighed. There was plenty of rice; the problem lay with how much of other things there weren't. His skills at disguising plain protein as real meat and vegetables would fall flat, he realized, if there wasn't even protein to be had.

Nevertheless, there was still a little bit of the protein left, and he set upon it with the spice rack, turning the tasteless junk into something akin to a curry, humming to himself as he worked.

He made a mental note to ask Mal to stop at the next planet with a market. Maybe if he was lucky he could find a slab of pork or beef for a real treat. After a few minutes of coating the protein in the spice blend, the Dragon of the West, now no longer a firebreathing adversary but just a simple cook, put it and some rice into a cooker and closed the lid.

The preparations done, he went to his teapot and lit it with a small jet of flame from his fingers (he had found the gas to be relentlessly unreliable) to prepare the delicious drink that would go with lunch.

He looked around the empty galley with a sense of fondness and smiled, sitting at one of the chairs that was settled around the long table.

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And soon there would be happy humming heard as the red-haired mechanic skips down the corridor to the galley from the engine room. Her hair was up and her face (as well as the tan jumpsuit she was wearing) was smudge in engine grease from working on Serenity all morning. When she sees Iroh she stops humming and replaces it with a warm smile.

"Hello, Iroh!" she says moving over to him and hugging him around his neck. The mun is sorry if any grease that is smudged against the Dragon of the West in the process of this hug. "What fer lunch?"

"Ah." Iroh straightens with a smile. "Nice to see you, Abby." He points his thumb over his shoulder. "Curry and rice. Or at least as close as I can manage it."

"Oh yummy!" she says brightly and walking over to the pot to look inside. "I ain't ever had curry. What is it?"

He strokes his beard thoughtfully. "It's a spice," he begins, "that is rather flavourful and just a little bit on the hot side. Trust me when I say it's very good."

A pause. "Looks like you'll be eating your share. How hard have you been working? Would you like some tea?"

She smiles brightly and replaces the lid on the pot before walking back over to the table and sitting down. "Yep, I'm starved. Serenity needs lots a fixin'. Don' know how Cap even keep 'er in th'air, tell ya th'truth. And tea would be shiny. Thank you."

He gets up and retrieves the teapot and two large mugs, setting them both back on the table and pouring them. Handing one to Abby, he too likewise sits down. "Do you not have the money for the appropriate parts?" he inquires.

She takes the mug with a thankful smile and takes a sip both answering his question. "Nope and I don't think Cap does neither. I'm just gonna have t'make do wit' what I got. Just means more work that's all." She takes another sip of her tea.

"I'm beginning to realize that that is definitely the way of things on this vessel," Iroh said with a twinkle in his eye. "It adds to the charm, I'd say."

Abby nods with a grin. "And as Momma always said, Work keeps ya outta trouble." she says before taking a sip of her tea. "Though Sammy has been buggin' me t'play, but they won't be no playin' if Serenity is just floatin'."

The Good Ship Serenity: Lunchtime

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