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Seeing as how the only thing that ever seemed to please the massive dog was food from what Simon had seen, being denied the bite-sized chicks must have been terrible indeed. The mage breathed and thinned his lips between his teeth before nodding.

"I'll talk to her about staying out of the cargo," Simon answered. Just like he'd talked to her about staying out of the rigging...though that had been a conversation Simon had been much quicker to initiate unprompted.

"No, see, you said that about the rigging. And about the galley, the nest up top, and the bilge pump. If you don't get a handle on her I'm gonna pack her up in one of those very fine crates for the remainder of the trip, d'accord? Cut a little hole in the top so she can be fed and watered, just like the chicks." It'd be a lot less trouble that way. "I don't care how you do it so long as you do it. Put a leash on her cuz this is just about la goutte d’eau qui fait déborder le vase, if you take my meaning."

"You're not going to put her into a box," Simon clipped, though he wasn't sure if he was chiding the captain for exaggerating or actually having to tell him that wasn't an option.

The mage folded his arms over his chest, struggling to come up with some solution that would satisfy the captain enough to keep him from throwing them off the boat. Just until they reached the southern shores, that's as long as this needed to last...

"I'll talk to her," he repeated. "She's ill, captain, she doesn't mean to cause any harm you must realize..."

"Keep her out of the cargo hold and I won't have to." Zoe and Kaylee were down there right now, corralling chicks, bagging up all the grain and berries that went topsy turvy with the motion of the ship. At least the sailing was smooth- Wash took care of that well enough. So at least one thing in this trip wasn't going sideways.

Course with the mage here pout'n like he took personal affront to Mal's very reasonable concerns. He stepped in, head tipped down. His crew knew the girl was a little fade touched but so far he's kept the depth of it to himself.

"Look. Long as she don't keep turn'n things over or take a knife to me and mine, we're square. But she keeps on like this she's mak'n it hard for me to get the job done, which means I don't get paid. Unless you're will'n to open your purse and pay what she's cutt'n out of mine? Talk. Keep her to your rooms if you have to, but mind her."

Simon had barely had enough coin left to afford passage to begin with, so paying out of pocket for any damages River caused was out of the question. Admitting that to Mal did not seem like a good idea. And his talents as a mage would only be truly useful if she actually did take a knife to anyone on board. Not that she would. He thought...

"I will," he said for what felt like the dozenth time. "I swear on Andraste's ashes, I will keep her out of trouble..."

Even if it meant shadowing his sister constantly for the remainder of the trip...which it seemed it was going to at this rate. No one else on the crew was going to do it and Simon wouldn't expect them to.

"Swear on your own ashes if you like, just keep an eye on her." Malcolm scowled and stalked back down to the hold, trying to help with the herding and catching of the small, fuzzy wuzzy critters that took up so much space and trouble. Quieting them down after took more time than he had, Zoe and Kaylee took turns whistling and singing to get them to settle.

Only lost about a pound each of the grain and currants- just barely within acceptable losses. All and all, not as bad as it coulda been.

But he and his lost a good three hours sett'n this right, no matter how straight a heading? That's time they won't get back for other work.

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