On Grab Bag Canon Plot

[oneslickedison]

Mun Darling,

... what do you mean you don't have a flipping clue on what to do with me?!

Please stop imagining me with cat ears. You know they're of no practical use, and it's just frivilous thought-wasting exercises.

C'mon. You're more creative than this. I'm more creative than this.

You'll think of something. You always do.

Sincerely,

Howard, who is not going to become a feline-person. It's stale as five day old bread.

Comments

[notanambassador]

You understand if I'm not interested in hurting a friend of mine.

[oneslickedison]

I understand. But better to have a willing ... friend help you out than losing control of yourself, right? It's perfectly logical, Inara.

[notanambassador]

Logical, yes, but not one I'm going to enjoy. You know you don't have to, I'm certain I can arrange for . . . donors.

[oneslickedison]

I'm sure you can. [quick smile] Look, you're doing it right now.

[notanambassador]

I mean other than my close friends. Considering the situation, it may be easier to handle in a professional setting. I don't know if it's a good idea for you to have a memory of me attacking you.

[oneslickedison]

Well ... doesn't have to be an 'attack', persay. [His smile suddenly turns mischevious.] I at least expect you to buy me dinner first.

[notanambassador]

Somehow I'm not surprised you'd manage to view this in that manner.

[oneslickedison]

I think every situation is how we perceive it to be. If we don't look at it as an attack - put our own personal spin on it - then it isn't. [He takes his hands out of his pockets to cup hers.] So you don't feel like you're hurting me? Think about it as me paying you back for pajamas.

[notanambassador]

I'm willing to try, but if it doesn't work out, there are other options. You don't have to deal with my little issue all week.

Are my pajamas really worth this?

[oneslickedison]

Well honestly, what will I have to deal with? Cat ears? C'mon.

...You obviously haven't looked in a mirror when you're in pajamas, have you?

[notanambassador]

I hope you're lucky enough to have a mun that only inflicts you with cat ears.

Frequently. Perhaps that's why I don't notice.

[oneslickedison]

... I don't think so, because she keeps laughing evilly...

[A quick twist of the lips.] Trust me, you might be immune? I am not. Especially not to red silk.

[notanambassador]

. . . that is not a good sign. She's not giving any hints?

I may have to try different colors to see if they have the same effect.

[oneslickedison]

She just keeps saying 'Hangover!' and giggling like a schoolgirl. I have no idea. I'm going to get a hangover?

You may find that you get a range. You may have to be prepared to deal with that.

[notanambassador]

A week long hangover? That sounds unpleasant.

Somehow I think I can manage you, Howard.

[oneslickedison]

Yes, but nothing I can't handle.

Somehow I think I would like you to manage me, Inara.

[notanambassador]

Somehow I'm not surprised. Nothing seems to get your attention quite like my taking charge of a situation, particularly situations including you.

[oneslickedison]

What can I say? I am a sucker for strong women who know what they want, and what they don't.

[notanambassador]

You're a sucker for strong women, red silk pajamas, and dancing. You have an interesting collection of weaknesses.

[oneslickedison]

Can't ever say I'm boring, now can you?

[notanambassador]

You shouldn't let me learn about any more of your weaknesses or you'll be too easy to manage.

[oneslickedison]

Beautiful, I am never going to be easy to manage, and we both know it. But if you want to even the score ... you could tell me a few weaknesses that I might need.

[notanambassador]

You want me to just tell you? Where is the fun in that?

[oneslickedison]

Oh? Are you going to let me tempt it out of you? Fun.

[notanambassador]

You're a smart man, I'm certain you can manage with no help from me.