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Adventures in Cooking. (tag Sadie)

Yes, the Captain is cooking. Try not to faint. Cooking as in the galley is smelling rather like burnt cabbage and cursing can be heard mumbled as the slamming of the pot lids gets louder. (Sorry Sadie)

We are sure he'll calm down if she enters the galley.

The pot starts to boil over....

Ok, make that a Maybe.....

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She's being bullied by the cat again, nearly tripping as he nips at her heels and pushes her around. "Stop! Pug! Stop!"

Then her head snaps around and she steps on Pug in her haste to get that pot off the cooker. Of course that results in a yelp and the pot going in the sink, accompanied by a word she's heard Jayne say and that she would never say before.
Mal's cursing really just grows louder at this point. "Gorram CAT!" he states grabbing a towel and starting to clean up the mess. Then he blinks and looks over at Sadie. "What did you say?" he asks raising an eyebrow.
She looks back at him, sucking on the burnt finger, then takes it out and repeats herself innocently.

Pug twitches his tail and stalks out, looking offended unto death. Worm butts for Mal's bed....
Ok, this was getting weird....

Mal blinks again and takes Sadie's hand absently and turns on the cold water to run her burnt finger under it.

"So, when did ya start usin' words that ya used t'frown at me an' Jayne fer usin'?"
She frowns, eyes showing a fear that wasn't ever there before. "Did? Um... I did?"
Ok, now it's weird.

"Sadie? You feelin' alright, Hin de." he asks turning of the water and moving to wrap up her finger in a wet towel.
Lower lip caught between the teeth as she looks down with embarrassemnt. "No. I forgot stuff."
Raised eyebrow. "Stuff? Like what kinda stuff?"
"Lotsa words," she said softly. "Can still pilot."
Mal gives his pilot a look. The "I need that in Captain Dummy Talk" look.

"Sadie? You tellin' me you don' remember who you are or where ya are? Just that ya know that you're th'pilot cause you c'n fly my boat?"
"Sadie," she says pointing to herself. "Or butterfly or little sister. And Serenity." She pats the counter. "Home. Remember you... just not words."
"Huh." he grunts with a shake of his head. "Wish I knew what that meant. You figure out how long this been goin' on?"
"I got hurt." She pulls her finger out of the towel and looks at it, then sticks it in her mouth again.
He moves to take her finger out of her mouth and put it under the cold water again. "Ya know how or when? Meant be important on learnin' how t'help ya."
The finger is healed. Only a tiny bit of redness to show where the burn had been.

Sadie doesn't notice this as she shakes her head. "A big noise... River knows when."
"Huh." he grunts again as he shuts off the water. "Thinkin' I'm gonna have a little talk wit' Lit'Albatross. See if we c'n figure this thing out. Don't wanna have t'ruin th'Doc an'Kaylee's trip if I don't have t', seein' as you ain't that bad off. Ya know who ya are at any rate."

Yes, the Captain is trying to looking on the bright side here.....
"Seen Doc." She looks in the pot and makes a face. "Ummm."
He gives her a look as she looks in the pot. Oh, come on! It's ain't that bad!..........No really!


"Oh yeah? What 'e say? An' why th'hell didn't 'e say anythin' t'me?"
"It's that bad." She stepped away from the sink with a shudder, then looked at him before hiding her antennae in her hair. "Say River help."
A defeated sigh as he looks inside the pot. "You're right." he states. "It's that bad...." A shake of his head. "Where's th'last place ya saw Lit'Alba-........River?" he asks looking up at her.
"Dancing on picnic cloth." She takes the pan and hides it, then pulls out another and starts fishing out good ingredients from where they're hidden all over the galley.
Mal smiles as he watches Sadie saves his sad attempt at cooking and then nodded at her answer. He rubs the back of his neck. "Think I better go have a word with 'er unless ya need help."
She looks at him, frowning, the expression slightly childlike as she wonders if she does need help. But then she nods and bends down to take the massive earthworm that Pug just dragged in.
Mal gives the pair a small smile. "So, what c'n I help wit'?"
She examines the worm with a frown, looking helplessly at the blank spot that should have held worm dressing instructions, then stands and offers it to him with a beseeching look. "Meat?"
The "You don't expect me to touch that" face.

"Yeah." he says nodding. "That's meat......." Than under his breath he adds, "I think."
"How?"
Mal blinks. "How what? How's it meat?"
"How...." She puts a finger to her forehead and thanks. "How does the worm be meat? How do I make the worm be meat?"

Lots of words!
"OH!" he says stepping closer and moving to help her lay the worm on the cutting board. "Well, first ya got t'cut it." he states opening a drawer and pulling out a knife. He places the knife in Sadie's hand and with his hand over hers he cuts the head off the worm.

"That's meat." he says pointing with the knife tip inside the worm.
She studies it thoughtfully, her antennae quivering as she reads its very molecular composition, then nods. "Okay. We... broke the worm."
A smile. "In a manner of speakin'." he states moving to grab a pan and place it on the stove before he turns on the heat.
"Noo." She took the pan back off and shook her head at him. "Fix the worm and the...." Much thought as she put new words to pictures. "Bok choy, carrot, and shallot, first."
"Huh." he grunts watching her work. "Seems like some things are comin' back." he continues thoughtfully.
Sadie paused and looked around. "Vegetables? Um... where? And...." She picked up the dead worm and brushed the cut end with her antennae, then shuddered and set it down. "Okay, little... little... um...."

It still needed to be cleaned, and she couldn't remember the words to say it needed to be in little pieces or that she didn't know where the veggies were, but she was trying.

September 2007

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