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In the depths of space, the concepts of day and night have little or no meaning. Circadian rhythms get blown all to hell, and there's not a lot of forced bedtime.
But Spike wakes up early, heading out to the main cabin where he shifts the Bebop so it's facing Earth directly at the precise angle. You don't get to watch the sun rise over your home planet for the first time more than once and out here, he can make sure it happens for Beth. It's still way too early, so he yawns and makes his way into the kitchen and brews a pot of coffee, rummaging around in the fridge for something besides what he's got in the backpack; he wants to save that for their foray to the Bahamas. He comes up with a plate of fruit -- oranges and pears and some little Martian sourberries that he douses with sugar -- and some biscuits that aren't hard as rocks and once the coffee's brewed he takes it all back to his room, where he sets it down and kisses Beth awake.
"Ship's still empty except for us." For a minute he gets this disquieting feeling in his gut, that this is the way it used to be when it was just him and Jet here: silent, peaceful, no Ein, no Faye, no Ed. A couple years ago, when Jet would take off whenever he felt like it, or when he would take off whenever he felt like it and he bets if he asked Jet about Faye, he'd get one of Jet's regulation "huh?" comments back.
Maybe.
But he gets back to the business at hand, knowing he's got the rest of his life to ponder imponderable things: since Beth likes things in threes he kisses her awake three times.
Once for wakefulness.
Once for simply being Beth.
And once for sunrise.
He figures they have about a half hour till they need to be on the bridge.
But Spike wakes up early, heading out to the main cabin where he shifts the Bebop so it's facing Earth directly at the precise angle. You don't get to watch the sun rise over your home planet for the first time more than once and out here, he can make sure it happens for Beth. It's still way too early, so he yawns and makes his way into the kitchen and brews a pot of coffee, rummaging around in the fridge for something besides what he's got in the backpack; he wants to save that for their foray to the Bahamas. He comes up with a plate of fruit -- oranges and pears and some little Martian sourberries that he douses with sugar -- and some biscuits that aren't hard as rocks and once the coffee's brewed he takes it all back to his room, where he sets it down and kisses Beth awake.
"Ship's still empty except for us." For a minute he gets this disquieting feeling in his gut, that this is the way it used to be when it was just him and Jet here: silent, peaceful, no Ein, no Faye, no Ed. A couple years ago, when Jet would take off whenever he felt like it, or when he would take off whenever he felt like it and he bets if he asked Jet about Faye, he'd get one of Jet's regulation "huh?" comments back.
Maybe.
But he gets back to the business at hand, knowing he's got the rest of his life to ponder imponderable things: since Beth likes things in threes he kisses her awake three times.
Once for wakefulness.
Once for simply being Beth.
And once for sunrise.
He figures they have about a half hour till they need to be on the bridge.
