im..spammy today! im sorry!
everything else was literarylemming's fault. this one can be blamed on bugchickl. not my fault.
Title: All Throw Confetti
River makes pasta.
He was sitting, watching her in fascination as she twirled around the kitchen.
In one hand was a pot. In the other was a spoon.
On her head was a colander.
Occansionally, she would stop stock still, and hit herself in the head with the spoon and giggle madly as the colander rang.
It was kinda funny, but he was real glad she had a spoon. Although he wouldnt put it past her to try and stab him with it.
"Because it's dull, you idiot!" She yelled at him as she hopped past him.
He didn't bother to try and figure out what she meant.
His job was to make sure she didnt hurt no one or decide to rewire the showers again.
Or the comm unit. Like last night, when he got to be treated to the all night long chorus of the doc and Kaylee. And it didnt quit until he beat the comm unit in his bunk to death.
So he was less than polite this morning when he was dragged out of bed for a job, and he mighta said some things to Kaylee that would made his Momma smack him.
Which is why he was watching the crazy girl as the others had all the fun of shooting at people.
And as long as she was dancing and singing, she wasn't carving out his heart.
And 'sides, at some point, the others would get back, and the captain would have to figure out how to get the spagetti off the ceiling.