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It was a beautiful summer morning, hangovers notwithstanding. Wedding parties could be dragged out for up to two weeks, and this one was looking like it was going for the long haul. The Frye family was sprawling, and distant relatives were still pouring in to take shifts at the buffet four days after the ceremony. The bride and groom had wondered aloud, to themselves anyway, if anyone would even notice if they left entirely. The new husband was sick of hearing what a nice tan he had. He’d stopped peeling at least, as his wife pointed out. If there was a bright side, Kaylee was sure to find it.

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Mal walked in to the galley from the bridge. “Just got a wave from our old friend Larry. Seems the market’s ready to sop up some of our supply again. Should be a quick trip to Haven then swing out that away. Quick pocket money all round. Doc, you have any honeymoon specifics yet or are we free to do business?”

Jayne was looking like he was not planning on coming off siesta any time soon. “Could just let the women make the run.”

Mal paused a moment, then discarded the idea. “They’d be apt to clean the ship on us, state they’re in. Belike to paint it all frilly. “

“Pink slipcovers for all Jayne’s guns?” Simon suggested.

Jayne winced. “Better go along.”

Mal decided they were in agreement on that point. “Simon, you get to tell Kaylee. I’d planned to leave three-day if you can get away from the festivities, like to take a week at a gentle cruise. No hurry.”

Simon stared at him. “You think just because we’re married she won’t get mad at me? Maybe I can talk her into honeymooning closer in to the Core.”

Mal chuckled. “Better steamed you than broiled me. I’ll go tell the others. If I can find them.”

Simon stood up. “Zoe’s on board, we can try the Frye residence for the rest.”

Jayne failed to move. “I’m just gonna set a spell. Loud bunch of hens in that place.”

Mal grinned. “