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"Too bad." She grins up at him as she takes the reader, and then she turns her attention to the list.

It's headed To Pack Last, and includes such items as a month's worth of clothes, toiletries, his medkit; things they'll need right up until they leave.

"If there's anything you can think of to add," he says.

"My tools."

She's not smiling quite as much any more.

"But I think I might just move those to Milliways. -- matter of fact, we could do that with the whole thing. Store it all there."

"It'd be easier than trying to unload everything from the ship," he says, considering, "but it might look odd to arrive with no luggage to speak of."

Kaylee tilts her head. "But wouldn't we be shippin' it all separate anyhow?"

"Probably. And come to think of it, we'll have the furniture arriving from Osiris..."

"So dependin' on where we stick the door..." She's nodding. "No reason not to, far as I can see."

He nods in turn, and sits down on the bed beside her.

For a moment, his gaze travels over the room.

"I think it looks like a bigger job than it is," he says after a moment.

Kaylee settles, lying flat on her back, staring at the ceiling. "Should go pretty fast." Quiet. "Gonna take more'n the trunk and rucksack I brought on with me first, though."

"We could buy a few packing crates, maybe." He studies the closet. "Or another trunk, or something similar."

"Somethin' on wheels." She tucks her arms behind her head.

"Or hoverlifts," he agrees. "Something we'll be able to move easily."

"Mm."

Her gaze shifts to his back; she doesn't say anything else.

After a moment, he leans back too, and turns his face toward hers.

"Think we should get started?"

"I think we ought to."

She reaches over, feeling for his hand. "Feelin' all lazy, though."

Her hand brushes his wrist; he shifts to bring his hand up to meet hers.

"So am I," he admits. "A little."

Though lazy isn't quite the right word for this reluctance to start.

"Oh yeah?"

With an audible smile in her voice.

"How often does that happen?"

"It's rare, I know."

He smiles up at her.

"Rare enough for us to take advantage of it without guilt?"

"...We probably should try to get something done first," he says, but it's reluctant.

Kaylee laces her fingers through his. "You made a list," she says, encouraging.

"And we've made plans," he says. "...I suppose that counts as getting something done."

"Be lazy," she stage-whispers. "I won't tell."

He starts to chuckle.

"You're very persuasive," he tells her solemnly.

"And cute. You forgot cute."