The buttons had been Wash's doing -- or undoing. A pilot needed to be good with his hands and so did a husband.
"If it's not there the beagles must have taken it, because I don't see them around either." He leaned against her some as they walked. Part of the reason why was to keep his balance, but most of it was just because he could. Being close to Zoe was a luxury few had and there were times where he would have preferred the honor to solely be his. An honor much like that of her cooking, an activity that happened far too few times in their marriage as far was Wash was concerned. An action that meant the world to him when he was surprised with a hot meal of her concoction. Forget the bump on the head, now he felt like she'd thrown a punch to his gut.
"You.. cooked for someone? Like a starving orphan with big eyes.." Forgivable. "Or more of the ornery war-buddy type of someone who happens to employ us both on this boat?" Not-so-forgivable.