...at least they have jello.
Atlantis's cafeteria, while superior to Cheyenne Mountain's, was more of an...interesting experience. Daniel had never been shy about eating new and strange foods, hell, he'd eaten things on Abydos that made even Jack turn greenish--not that it'd taken much.
Steven tried to stop him when he poked at the pale green, round vegetable off to the side of his plate--they'd been sitting beside the pickles, looking quite mild and innocuous. He should have known....should have known. The first bite was pleasant, acidic and sweet, and Daniel wondered briefly why Steven's eyes were so wide....it took only moments to find out. His mouth and sinuses flooded with scalding heat, making him gasp, which only fanned the flame.
"nngh....ah...hot! hot!! ow ow ow...."
He'd flailed for his teacup and promptly overturned it, splashing his sleeve with warm liquid, then grabbed at Steven's, drinking it down in two gulps.
Steven tried to stop him when he poked at the pale green, round vegetable off to the side of his plate--they'd been sitting beside the pickles, looking quite mild and innocuous. He should have known....should have known. The first bite was pleasant, acidic and sweet, and Daniel wondered briefly why Steven's eyes were so wide....it took only moments to find out. His mouth and sinuses flooded with scalding heat, making him gasp, which only fanned the flame.
"nngh....ah...hot! hot!! ow ow ow...."
He'd flailed for his teacup and promptly overturned it, splashing his sleeve with warm liquid, then grabbed at Steven's, drinking it down in two gulps.