Last one for the day, I swear
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sabinetzinTitle: Sweet
Summary: Jayne makes desert.
Fandom: Firefly
Word Count: 200
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee
A/N: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_kisses. I threatened Jo with writing a fic using Mal's line (I believe it was in relation to the spaghetti incident of so long ago), and I finally found a decent use, with bonus hating on Simon.
With the greatest of care, Jayne delicately carried the large dessert to the table. To call it a cake wouldn’t be entirely correct; it was definitely cake shaped and covered in icing, but the suspicious dents and lumps worked against it.
Lumps or not, it was carved up and passed around the table. To her credit, Inara managed to take several decent bites, her poker face perfectly intact, and push her plate away without so much as a cough. Wash was trying his damnedest not to make a face, Zoe burying her face into his shoulder to keep from laughing.
“I think it’s got,” Kaylee searched for a word, keeping her face as sunny as possible, “a real interestin’ flavor.”
“Burnt is not a flavor,” Mal rejoined, unable to resist, making Jayne’s face fall. That was the last straw for Simon, who doubled over in laughter.
A cloud passed over Kaylee’s face, and she pursed her lips. She leaned down and gave Jayne a lingering kiss, and it was Simon’s turn to be crestfallen.
“Tastes like candy,” she said defiantly, staring hard at Simon. Jayne smirked, taking a huge bite off of Simon’s dish and popping it in his mouth.
Summary: Jayne makes desert.
Fandom: Firefly
Word Count: 200
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee
A/N: For
30_kisses. I threatened Jo with writing a fic using Mal's line (I believe it was in relation to the spaghetti incident of so long ago), and I finally found a decent use, with bonus hating on Simon.With the greatest of care, Jayne delicately carried the large dessert to the table. To call it a cake wouldn’t be entirely correct; it was definitely cake shaped and covered in icing, but the suspicious dents and lumps worked against it.
Lumps or not, it was carved up and passed around the table. To her credit, Inara managed to take several decent bites, her poker face perfectly intact, and push her plate away without so much as a cough. Wash was trying his damnedest not to make a face, Zoe burying her face into his shoulder to keep from laughing.
“I think it’s got,” Kaylee searched for a word, keeping her face as sunny as possible, “a real interestin’ flavor.”
“Burnt is not a flavor,” Mal rejoined, unable to resist, making Jayne’s face fall. That was the last straw for Simon, who doubled over in laughter.
A cloud passed over Kaylee’s face, and she pursed her lips. She leaned down and gave Jayne a lingering kiss, and it was Simon’s turn to be crestfallen.
“Tastes like candy,” she said defiantly, staring hard at Simon. Jayne smirked, taking a huge bite off of Simon’s dish and popping it in his mouth.
