"Now Cap'n, you know me..."<strong>Kaylee</strong>responded, coming 'round the table to nuzzle up against Simon.. "I always put business ahead of pleasure..."  Now at Simon's side, she runs her hand up under his shirt and looks up at him with a playful sort of longing.. "Isn't that right,<em>Doctor</em>Tam?"  then looking back at the captain, her voice now the old chipper and excitable Kaylee, as if sex with Simon was the last thing on her mind.  "So, what's the cargo? Are we gonna be smuggling black market beagles?"<br/><br/>=========<br/><br/>"<em>Cats</em>, most likely"<strong>Simon</strong>joined in as if on cue.  "The captain said the cargo will look after itself" he continued, like a teacher giving a lecture.. or a doctor on rounds with interns in tow...  "Cats are prone to taking care of themselves more readily than dogs" looking down at Kaylee now as if she was the only student in the room "For instance, cats are prone to giving themselves baths.  You've never seen a dog bathing and grooming itself, have you?"<br/><br/>=======<br/><br/>"Only in the one spot" responded<strong>Kaylee</strong>with a snicker.  "So, Cap'n, is it cats?  Please say it's cats.  I love cats."