Kaylee. I'm a li'l sorry I won't get to hand it to her my own self, though I'm pretty sure we'll hear her squeal'n with joy all the way down here.

[ Ain't nobody he likes mak'n smile quite like his girl, or the girl that minds his girl. She takes care of Serenity and in turn, Mal tries to take care of her. Dotes on her a little, probably. Can't help but. ]

Well...I'm better at paint'n than I am at writ'n.

[ Brushes are different than pens and letters. ]