"Wash, honey," Zoe's voices floated up the bridge. " I didn't mean to upset you before. I just don't think it's suitable to – "
"No," Wash put in firmly, glancing around. "You're just agreeing with the captain. Again. If he hadn't brought up the idea in the first place – "
"I wouldn't have brought it up myself and none of this would have happened?" Zoe frowned at him, hands on her hips. Lips pursed, she challenged him with her eyes.
Wash took the bait. "What else? You're my wife. You're on my side until the cap gets involved and then you agree with everything he says."
"Sweetcakes, I'm sorry if that's how you feel about it but it just so happens that Mal makes a lot of sense and I tend to agree with what he – "
"Exactly!" Wash said. He pointed at her sharply. "You agree with him. A lot. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you think he's right about this!"
Zoe raised an eyebrow. "It's a safety hazard, bao bei. Someone could get an eye taken out."
"That's not true! We've had plenty of times with rough flying conditions and no one's been hurt."
"Yet," Zoe added. "They've got to go, hon."
Wash let his eyes roam over the dinosaur figurines on the dashboard in front of him: a handful of stegosaurus' and a tyrannosaurus rex. They were innocent! They'd done nothing to deserve this!
He turned back to Zoe and shook his head. "I'm not letting you take them. If anyone's going to get hurt by them it's me. I'm the one flying this thing, aren't I? I'm willing to take that risk."
Zoe shrugged and seemed to deflate. "I don't like it," she said.
"But I'll tell the captain."