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[gonna_live]

When Kaylee is welding deckplates, it behooves one to stay out of the way.

She's in the cargo bay with a blowtorch. You do the math.

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[badinlatin]

Mal wants to yell at Kaylee, just a little bit. He feels like it would make him feel better. He's not -- He's not wrong. Not for being worried. And Kaylee wants him to say that she's right and he's wrong and goddamn that is not how his brain functions.

But she didn't say anything about him being wrong about the intent. Just the execution of it.

"You're right. Do I get to use the blowtorch now?"

[gonna_live]

"Not until you sober up." She raises her eyebrows. "Because if you hurt yourself, word about the ship's gonna get out faster. And I don't think we want that quite yet. Do we?"

[badinlatin]

Far too shrilly, "You're the one who bought me the beer!"

[gonna_live]

Kaylee rolls her eyes. "Because you were too busy throwin' a temper tantrum to use it safe anyhow."

[badinlatin]

The chisel however has been deemed safe.

It's not as good as melting things and the clanging sound isn't nearly as fun as the low hiss of the torch flame, but it'll do for now.