Author's Note: I wrote these little drabbles to help raise awareness of US food banks' shortage of food donations. Hear the NPR news story at: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=6530180

And find a food bank near you at America's Second Harvest: http://www.secondharvest.org/

Please note, I am not affiliated with NPR or Second Harvest in anyway. Just trying to encourage people to donate food. :D If you like the fic, donate food and spread the word!

V. FULL

The fifth time River hit him with a can of peaches they were hauling a whole shipment of them to Boros. The trip should’ve been long and boring. Instead, they ran into the remains of a blown up freighter and after all their fancy maneuvering, discovered the cargo netting needed replacing. Everyone helped gather the scattered cans and stack them back on the shipping pallets. He turned when he heard River calling his name and got a face full of aluminum.

At least this time she looked appropriately sorry and didn’t laugh while he had gauze shoved up his nose.