Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Summary: Wesley tried not to laugh as he watched the crew react to the treat with suspicion. 200 words.
Wesley watched as Mal prodded the mound of jello on his plate. The jello shivered and wobbled, and the captain raised an eyebrow in response. "Is it supposed to-- wiggle-- like that?" he asked, his expression dubious.
Wesley tried not to laugh as he watched the rest of the crew react to the treat with equal suspicion. He had brought a capacious bag packed with assorted samples of portable wealth when he had stepped through the portal to begin his search, but it had been his stash of dried foodstuffs, pushed upon him by Cordelia against the possibility that the beings in this dimension did not have the same nutritive requirements, that had been his greatest asset aboard Serenity. The crew were starved for anything that had actual flavor, as all their standard rations were basic, tasteless fortified protein.
"Never mind what it looks like. What's it taste like?" Jayne grunted, skeptically.
"Strawberry," Wesley answered, showing them the box.
"Strawberry?" Kaylee asked, brightening considerably, then scooped up a piece and brought it to her mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed as she placed it on her tongue, and she moaned appreciatively.
Wesley smiled in satisfaction as the others followed her lead.