Fic: F is for Fry Cook
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firefly_fanficTitle: F is for Fry Cook
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corellianjedi
Disclaimer: It’s all Joss’s; I just borrowed ‘em, I swear.
Words: 624
Rating: G
Summary: “Mal had more cash than he’d had in years burning a hole in his pocket and he offered to take everyone out to dinner when they docked on Persephone the next week.” SPOILERS for Serenity.
Author’s Notes: Written for my Zoe claim atletter_love.
It took them a few months to get back on their feet, but after a while the jobs start coming back, slowly but surely. Badger was the first to send jobs their way again and soon they were back to the way things were before, the only noticeable difference being the empty chairs at the dinner table. And when a few jobs in a row went off without a hitch, and Mal had more cash than he’d had in years burning a hole in his pocket, he offered to take everyone out to dinner when they docked on Persephone the next week.
Down the street from Badger’s establishment and the dress shop where Kaylee had admired the frills was a little restaurant, modeled after old diners on Earth-That-Was. All chrome and aluminum and neon lights, it was more Kaylee’s taste than Zoe’s, but it was a meal without protein and Mal was paying so she didn’t turn it down.
Mal lead them to a table towards the back, with his and Jayne’s chairs facing the front door. Good jobs or not, they still had enemies and it wouldn’t do to have them ruin their first real meal since getting out of the Alliance hospital the Operative had set them up in. The waiters dragged two tables together to fit their seven person party and Zoe ended up on an end. She ordered a coffee and idly traced the little multi-colored swirlies that decorated the tops of the tables. A few minutes later she looked up to find a pudgy blond haired boy, no older than his teens, holding a coffee mug out to her.
“Would you like a menu, ma’am?” She shook her head and pointed at Mal.
“I’ll have what he’s having.”
“I’m getting something called a cheeseburger,” Mal protested. “Get what you want.”
“I like cheese,” Zoe shrugged at the waiter. “That’ll be fine.”
Mal sighed and turned towards Inara who had leaned close to tell him something. Simon and Kaylee were sitting next to each other at the other end of the table, her head on his shoulder. Zoe’s jaw tightened and she stared down at her coffee. Times like this, little stupid moments with the whole crew, were when she missed him something fierce.
“I was fired from a fry cook opportunity.”
Zoe laughed into her coffee.
“You okay?” Mal asked, turning from talking to Inara. “Not choking on your coffee are you?”
“No sir, I’m fine,” and she worked to hide the smile that teased her lips.
“Needed a job so bad I forgot about my aversion to hot grease.”
Bi zui, Wash, she thought, trying hard not to laugh again. Why do I gotta remember this now?
Everyone else was laughing suddenly, watching Simon turn beet red, and Zoe was vaguely aware of River telling a story from their childhood. The young girl’s eyes met hers for a moment and she nodded. Before Zoe could ask why, River continued with her story and the laughter started again.
“So my first day, they have me taking these Earth-That-Was delicacies called French fries out of the grease and I spilled it everywhere. I wasn’t as coordinated back then.” Zoe shivered, remembering when Wash had first told her this story. “Set the whole gorram diner on fire. Neon light tubes went off like little explosions.” She closed her eyes, pictured him gesturing wildly as he tried to demonstrate what exploding neon looked like.
And then you were out of a job, she thought. No more fry cooking for my pilot.
She caught Mal looking at her, smiling softly.
“You okay?”
“Better,” she admitted. “Next time the waiter comes ‘round, tell him I want an order of French fries.”
Author:
corellianjediDisclaimer: It’s all Joss’s; I just borrowed ‘em, I swear.
Words: 624
Rating: G
Summary: “Mal had more cash than he’d had in years burning a hole in his pocket and he offered to take everyone out to dinner when they docked on Persephone the next week.” SPOILERS for Serenity.
Author’s Notes: Written for my Zoe claim at
letter_love.It took them a few months to get back on their feet, but after a while the jobs start coming back, slowly but surely. Badger was the first to send jobs their way again and soon they were back to the way things were before, the only noticeable difference being the empty chairs at the dinner table. And when a few jobs in a row went off without a hitch, and Mal had more cash than he’d had in years burning a hole in his pocket, he offered to take everyone out to dinner when they docked on Persephone the next week.
Down the street from Badger’s establishment and the dress shop where Kaylee had admired the frills was a little restaurant, modeled after old diners on Earth-That-Was. All chrome and aluminum and neon lights, it was more Kaylee’s taste than Zoe’s, but it was a meal without protein and Mal was paying so she didn’t turn it down.
Mal lead them to a table towards the back, with his and Jayne’s chairs facing the front door. Good jobs or not, they still had enemies and it wouldn’t do to have them ruin their first real meal since getting out of the Alliance hospital the Operative had set them up in. The waiters dragged two tables together to fit their seven person party and Zoe ended up on an end. She ordered a coffee and idly traced the little multi-colored swirlies that decorated the tops of the tables. A few minutes later she looked up to find a pudgy blond haired boy, no older than his teens, holding a coffee mug out to her.
“Would you like a menu, ma’am?” She shook her head and pointed at Mal.
“I’ll have what he’s having.”
“I’m getting something called a cheeseburger,” Mal protested. “Get what you want.”
“I like cheese,” Zoe shrugged at the waiter. “That’ll be fine.”
Mal sighed and turned towards Inara who had leaned close to tell him something. Simon and Kaylee were sitting next to each other at the other end of the table, her head on his shoulder. Zoe’s jaw tightened and she stared down at her coffee. Times like this, little stupid moments with the whole crew, were when she missed him something fierce.
“I was fired from a fry cook opportunity.”
Zoe laughed into her coffee.
“You okay?” Mal asked, turning from talking to Inara. “Not choking on your coffee are you?”
“No sir, I’m fine,” and she worked to hide the smile that teased her lips.
“Needed a job so bad I forgot about my aversion to hot grease.”
Bi zui, Wash, she thought, trying hard not to laugh again. Why do I gotta remember this now?
Everyone else was laughing suddenly, watching Simon turn beet red, and Zoe was vaguely aware of River telling a story from their childhood. The young girl’s eyes met hers for a moment and she nodded. Before Zoe could ask why, River continued with her story and the laughter started again.
“So my first day, they have me taking these Earth-That-Was delicacies called French fries out of the grease and I spilled it everywhere. I wasn’t as coordinated back then.” Zoe shivered, remembering when Wash had first told her this story. “Set the whole gorram diner on fire. Neon light tubes went off like little explosions.” She closed her eyes, pictured him gesturing wildly as he tried to demonstrate what exploding neon looked like.
And then you were out of a job, she thought. No more fry cooking for my pilot.
She caught Mal looking at her, smiling softly.
“You okay?”
“Better,” she admitted. “Next time the waiter comes ‘round, tell him I want an order of French fries.”
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Date: 2006-02-26 07:43 pm (UTC)River distracting everybody (by embarasing Simon) so Zoe could have her moment in peace.
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Date: 2006-02-26 08:55 pm (UTC)Also - the River-shaped distraction was an adorable addition. She's so sweet.
I miss Wash.
Thanks...
Date: 2006-02-26 09:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-26 10:02 pm (UTC)