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The Unpopping of River Tam
River found herself in the not unfamiliar state of being utterly disoriented.
This is not logical; there is not enough butter on Serenity to bathe in.
And yet, to spite the illogical bend of the situation, here she was, covered in butter. Did they even have butter?
And, surrounded by popcorn.
There is not enough popcorn on Serenity to fill a room.
This was a highly illogical situation. A distressing one.
"Simon?" she called out, tentatively. She didn't expect an answer. That... was far more distressing than the popcorn.
Don't be irrational, she thought. It was sound advice.
"Simon?!" She called again, louder. Of course, no answer, but she was allowed to be irrational once in a while. But only for a few seconds. If Simon wasn't here, he was obviously elsewhere, so elsewhere she would go. She stepped out of the popcorn room, and dripped down the unfamiliar hallway.
This is not logical; there is not enough butter on Serenity to bathe in.
And yet, to spite the illogical bend of the situation, here she was, covered in butter. Did they even have butter?
And, surrounded by popcorn.
There is not enough popcorn on Serenity to fill a room.
This was a highly illogical situation. A distressing one.
"Simon?" she called out, tentatively. She didn't expect an answer. That... was far more distressing than the popcorn.
Don't be irrational, she thought. It was sound advice.
"Simon?!" She called again, louder. Of course, no answer, but she was allowed to be irrational once in a while. But only for a few seconds. If Simon wasn't here, he was obviously elsewhere, so elsewhere she would go. She stepped out of the popcorn room, and dripped down the unfamiliar hallway.
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A smiled at that; Einstein could be a little shy when meeting people.
"There are more that I haven't tried yet," he told her. "Primavera said sometimes they smell different on your skin than in the bottle."
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"Is Primavera a companion?" The name sounded vaguely companion-like, and the only female she knew who actively wore or worked with oils and the like was Inara, aside from those few times when Kaylee would get crazy with the strawberry air freshener.
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A was rather intrigued as well, even if he did find the oiled effect somewhat disquieting.
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"I'm A. I am learning to grow plants, and to use them for food and medicine."
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"Do you run so swiftly that there are no ripples?"
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She paused then, quiet.
"A is a good name. The beginning."
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"This is a good place, then."
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And that wasn't counting his friends who were human, or could pass for it.
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"Will you show me?"
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A always loved showing off his horticultural progress, but this was the first time a pretty girl had asked to see.
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He thought for a moment and, then, shyly, "The Charentais melons have just become ripe. I haven't tried them yet. Maybe you would like to taste them with me."
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