“Might as well take this opportunity—” Mal began, feeling that slightly 神经病 shén jīng bìng thrill that generally accompanied the launch of one of his improvised Plan B’s. He tipped Kaylee the signal. Kaylee gaped back at him, not yet understanding, but he continued, trusting that she’d back him shortly. “—Everyone being here, and Saffron having somehow got herself outta her chicken run. We need to have a serious talk, a really serious talk—” he paused dramatically, and winked at Kaylee “—about chickens.”
-- WHAT BEGINS WITH AN APPLE (11) Part (16) by ebfiddler