“Kiss him again, before he wakes up,” River urges, ignoring the water pitcher Kaylee is trying to pass her. Mal glances up, a slice of tomato dangling perilously between his chopsticks, and says, “Bwuh?”

“Sleeping beauty, but inverse,” River says breathlessly, scrunching up her napkin. “Switch the domain and range…”
 
“Still crazy,” Jayne grunts, wielding his chopsticks like stilettos as he skewers a chunk of protein.

“All this excitement with Saffron must have upset her,” says Inara weakly, pale under her make-up. “River, mei mei, pass the water along.”

“Didn’t fall,” River teases gently.

Mal’s tomato finally succumbs to gravity.