[It's the fifth - sixth? - time in and out of the mess, each time quicker and more frustrating. Originally, he planned on trying to just have everyone clear out of the place so he and Sonia could have it to themselves, but that logistical nightmare wasn't worth it so why not change the venue to her tent? You know, barring that they could get rid of the guards for awhile, because it didn't get more mood-killery than chaperones. And besides, a place to themselves that wasn't a cave and had a bed and--

Yeah. Yeah.

He hadn't thought anyone was watching, but Wash had a way of surprising him. Tucker looked over, caught dead to rights, shoulders rolling a little. ] Dude, I've lost a lot of things: electricity, heat, a working kitchen that I could make real food in, all which would be really fucking helpful right now.

[Was it so wrong to try to make pizza? He had talked to her about it, and--]

It's kinda hard to have a date over MREs, you know?

[Yeah, he just used a different "D" word for once.]