Mal looked up at his friend and grinned. “You havin’ problems even sayin’ it, Zoe?” he asked. “Don’t bode well for a happy marriage, if you ask me.”
“Good thing I wasn’t askin’ then,” Zoe said blandly. “I ain’t got a problem sayin’ it, or doin’ it, assumin’ we can stop off before we actually get to Osiris. I got no notion to get married on a Core world.”
-- Forward Motion--Part I--En Route by slumming