"So, is this bath real enough for you?"
Zoe sighed contentedly and leaned back in the warm water. "Ohh yes."
"Well good, because I had to sell my immortal soul to get it."
Wash handed Zoe a glass of wine and she accepted it with raised eyebrows. "So now I'm married to a soulless monster?"
"Darn, I didn't think of that." He shook his head. "Oh well, out of the bath then, if you think my soul is more important," he said, putting his own glass of wine back on the small table and reaching for the button to raise the plug.
"Hey, not so fast!" Zoe waved his hand away before he could reach the button. "Ain't no way I'm gettin' out of this bath for at least another hour."
"Even for my soul?"
She closed her eyes and nodded. "Even for your soul."
"Well, I would say 'hey!', but seeing as it's your birthday..." He picked up the glass of wine again thoughtfully. "Or, was your birthday yesterday, when we had that fun fire fight in that bar."
"Wash..."
"And then there was that whole thing with the broken glass getting embedded in various people's various limbs, that was fun..."
"I remember, Wash, I was there." She looked at him. "I just don't wanna remember right now."
"Sorry. It's just that, like Mal says, nothing ever goes smooth."
"Well, maybe we should stop expectin' it to."
"Maybe." Wash cleared his throat. "To not expecting things to go smooth," He said, raising his glass. "And to Zoe, who is smooth."
Zoe laughed. "And to real baths," she said, and raised her own glass.
"That too."
They sipped their wine.
"Y'know," Wash said after a moment, "Watching you bathe is all good, but if you're not getting out for another hour I may just have to join you."
Zoe shifted her position in the bath obligingly to make room for him. "Come on then."
She grinned.
"Wash me."