The little scorpion scurried its way back across the living room and under the couch, tucking its tail down as it vanished back into the shadows. Mal grinned after it. That would never get old.

He went to the cupboard beside the fridge, where he stored his booze, and pulled out a bottle of spiced rum. "You tried any Zenderael booze, yet?" he asked, while pulling out two glasses from the upper cupboard. "Tried some of their ales. Weren't that great. 'Course it's only Everea stuff." He glanced to Travis and made his way to the living room. "Got a lead who might be able to get me some better stuff, if dmail ever starts up again." Or if the merge finishes, if that happened first, he supposed.