Kaylee's New Year's present to River was a catalog and a note. To pick out things for her bunk, it said, and for her room in their house.

River hasn't opened the catalog yet. But it's under her pillow.

"It's a deal," she says, low -- trying to sound firmer than she really manages, because Kaylee's a lot better at that kind of thing than River is. (Most people are.)

She swallows, and tries another smile. "Got a scheme."