"...this here's a...BAHAMUT class." Kaylee leaned a little more over the schematics. Chip and Dale held its sides, and opened wider, so that she could get a better look. "Can't say I've ever seen much of purpose to those! They sure are pretty but they're kinda unreliable ain't they?"
Shera had a look of a subdued concentration, taking this with her lips pressed together thinly. She lowered her head. "...actually," she said, smiling like a woman with a secret, "Not if you, um, rearrange the engines blocks. The shape has to be..."
She mimed it with her hands. Kaylee's eyebrows shot up. "You can do that with this type?"
"I can show you? I just need some model blocks." Shera scratched the skin right above her ear, somewhat sheepishly. "And some time."
"Oh, oh gosh."
"We get can get them!" cried one of the chipmonks.
"Yeah yeah yeah!" cried the other, accidentally releasing his side of the sheet-- the paper rolled right back up, and knocked his brother off the workbench.
Malcolm Reynolds watched in mid conversation as the two creatures skittered past his foot, one holding a rolled up chart and the other chasing the first with a wrench. "Small, and fluffy, and eager to get 'emself knee deep in machine oil." He chuckled. "If I didn't know better I'd say Kaylee's found her true people."
"Captain!"
Both him and Cid looked up.
"We've got a few here, Kaylee."
"Captain Hatches Battened A Little Too Tight--"
"...that'll do it. You want something there?"
"...can I keep her?" asked Kaylee. She was pointing.
Shera shifted rather uncomfortably. "U-um?"
Kaylee took her arm hopefully, eyes on her Captain pleadingly. "Please?"
Mal sighed, all significant-like, "Now, see. That ain't up to m--"
"Like hell it is," rumbled Cid, startingly them all, he flicked his toothpick up agressively, glared at them all, and then stormed across the Gummi shop, took Shera by the hand, and stormed off. As they went, he muttered: "...haven't had *#&$ing decent cup of tea in @*#& years..."
"I think," said Mal, looking off after them, "She kinda belongs in a different crew."
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Shera had a look of a subdued concentration, taking this with her lips pressed together thinly. She lowered her head. "...actually," she said, smiling like a woman with a secret, "Not if you, um, rearrange the engines blocks. The shape has to be..."
She mimed it with her hands. Kaylee's eyebrows shot up. "You can do that with this type?"
"I can show you? I just need some model blocks." Shera scratched the skin right above her ear, somewhat sheepishly. "And some time."
"Oh, oh gosh."
"We get can get them!" cried one of the chipmonks.
"Yeah yeah yeah!" cried the other, accidentally releasing his side of the sheet-- the paper rolled right back up, and knocked his brother off the workbench.
Malcolm Reynolds watched in mid conversation as the two creatures skittered past his foot, one holding a rolled up chart and the other chasing the first with a wrench. "Small, and fluffy, and eager to get 'emself knee deep in machine oil." He chuckled. "If I didn't know better I'd say Kaylee's found her true people."
"Captain!"
Both him and Cid looked up.
"We've got a few here, Kaylee."
"Captain Hatches Battened A Little Too Tight--"
"...that'll do it. You want something there?"
"...can I keep her?" asked Kaylee. She was pointing.
Shera shifted rather uncomfortably. "U-um?"
Kaylee took her arm hopefully, eyes on her Captain pleadingly. "Please?"
Mal sighed, all significant-like, "Now, see. That ain't up to m--"
"Like hell it is," rumbled Cid, startingly them all, he flicked his toothpick up agressively, glared at them all, and then stormed across the Gummi shop, took Shera by the hand, and stormed off. As they went, he muttered: "...haven't had *#&$ing decent cup of tea in @*#& years..."
"I think," said Mal, looking off after them, "She kinda belongs in a different crew."