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Lilly's wearing the brown coat again. And the boots, the tight pants, and the holster. She's out by the lake, eating an apple and waiting for Mal.

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Mal watches the cans go down one...by one...by one. Until all ten have disappeared. Normal speed, normal stance, normal everything.

Except a very good shooting eye.

"Feel okay with things?"

Lilly looks down at the cans and the gun and then smiles at Mal.

"I feel pretty good about this now, actually. I mean, I'm not very fast but I think I can pull off looking like I know what I'm doing."

"And the best part is you most like won't have to pull it at all."

"I think we're done with the gun now. If you want, you can keep hold of it 'til you go and do the thing. Are we up for Chinese, or are you good there too?"

"I've been practicing, Captain mu ji," Lilly says with a smile. "But I could probably use some more, if you've got time."

"Ok then." Mal takes off his jacket, sitting it on the ground next to him as he plops down, waiting for Lilly to ask The Great Mal a question.

Lilly holsters her gun and sits next to him.

"I want to make sure I have this right: tāmāde is basically fuck, tāmāde húndàn is fucking bastard, and qù tāmāde is like fuck him or fuck that?"

Mal quite possibly sporfles. Manly sporfling. Yep.

"You might be ready I'm thinkin'. Yup." -insert more sporfling here-

Lilly laughs happily.

"Thanks, Mal. I'm glad I have rogue spaceship captain approval."

"Can I get a rubber stamp with that on it or somethin'?" Mal asks, mostly to himself. "Might come in handy."

Lilly makes another mental note, this one about what to get Mal if a gift-giving occasion comes up any time soon. And that makes her think...

"Hey Mal? When's your birthday?"

"August 30," Mal responds, leaving off the ordinal number suffix, military style.

"Why?"

Lilly smiles.

"No reason. Just curious."

I need to stop opening my mouth.

"Good to know, Miss Lilly."

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