[And he's out the door. In a surprisingly short amount of time Mal's back, a bit out of breath, carrying a carton of fresh strawberries. A few irritated patrons may be sitting at the bar, waiting for someone to fill their orders.]
Got 'em!
[He says this like he's struck gold.]
In a moment, folks.
[Once behind the bar again he opens the carton and drops a few strawberries into Kaylee's incredibly fruity, girly drink and sets it on the bar in front of her on top of a napkin.]
There you are, darlin'. [He huffs and puffs a bit more and wipes the sweat from his brow.]
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Got 'em!
[He says this like he's struck gold.]
In a moment, folks.
[Once behind the bar again he opens the carton and drops a few strawberries into Kaylee's incredibly fruity, girly drink and sets it on the bar in front of her on top of a napkin.]
There you are, darlin'. [He huffs and puffs a bit more and wipes the sweat from his brow.]