Disclaimer: All of Firefly belongs to Joss Whedon

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“Ante up, gentlemen,” Simon says casually. He gives a brief glance to his pile of “chips” below, which were really just tattered bits of paper with chores written on them. He peruses them momentarily then tosses one in. “Dishes.”

Shepherd Book gives him a look, an intense one albeit, since they are indeed playing for the duties roster. The last time they played, Book had been stuck with septic vac duties thanks to Jayne, and it seemed to Simon that Book had been looking to repay that kindness.

“Dishes,” the shepherd antes, “Could do with less of those.”

Jayne has a similar look, but his meaning is to get out of as many duties as possible, “Garbage.”

With that Simon deals the hand, five cards to a player, the beat of metal cards sliding across the worn surface of the mess table echoes through the room. Once dealt, he places his hand on the stack of round cards. “Tall card,” he begins officiously, then draws and places that card with a neat snap, “Plum. Plums are tall.”

Simon looks at his dealt hand and tries not to cringe. It’ bad, and he’s not looking forward to the impending list of chores.

Book is the first to go. “I’ll take two,” he say’s calculatingly and Simon snaps two cards from the deck to Book.

Jayne next. He gives a skeptical look to his hand then a neutral game face to Simon, “Speakin’ of garbage, I’ll take three.”

Simon deals accordingly, “Three,” then looks at the tall card, ”and dealer forced to claim the tall.” He sighs, “I’d’ve cleared the flower side if it wasn’t for this.”

He lets himself to his seat, contemplating a move. Since Simon had first come to Serenity he had been continually surprised on how much life differed out here in the black from life in the core worlds. The fighting, the rim-worlds, the overall ruthlessness of most folk.

But there was one thing that surprised him above all these, and it wasn’t a difference between the core worlds and the rest of the ’verse. It was a similarity