“It’s a jack-o-lantern, Cap’n.” Kaylee smiled, and Mal had to take another deep breath.
“Yes, well, I’m all and well aware of that. Still don’t explain the mess of pumpkin guts on my bridge.” The sniggers from behind him were getting louder, and harder to ignore. He ignored them. Kaylee grinned like sunshine.
He gave up, and threw his hands in the air. “Whatever. Just clean up when you’re done.” He turned to go, and glared at Jayne and Simon, who attempted to school their faces into some semblance of order. “And you two can stop laughing at my costume.”