Risqué, by kageygirl, for the Dangling challenge
Title: Risqué
Author: kageygirl
Rating: G
Category: Gen
Summary: Laugh, and the galaxy laughs with you.
Oh-so-very not my fault. aithine and ophidiae, you know what you did.
Risqué
"I recognize that this might come off as culturally insensitive, but that?" Rodney pointed to the grove of harruka trees, and the Onakundu dodging around the tree trunks, shrieking and laughing. "Is just incredibly weird."
John pretty much agreed with him, but he was glad Rodney had been the one to say it--that way, John could keep his mouth shut and come out of this looking noble by comparison. Teyla gave them all one of her diplomatic smiles, but not her best ever--this one looked precarious around the edges, like she might lose control of it at any moment, though you had to have seen a lot of them to notice the difference. "I admit that the Onakundu have an... unusual manner of honoring their harvest gods, but I believe that all celebrations of life are inherently valuable."
"Even the sticky ones, huh?" Ford was watching the Onakundu with something like vague horror, and John had to wonder how many times he'd gotten in trouble as a kid for coming home dirty.
"Especially the sticky ones," John murmured, just loud enough for Rodney to whip his head around with a wide-eyed look. John kept his expression deliberately mild as Rodney broke into a surprised and so-not-innocent grin.
Raising his voice for Ford and Teyla, John said, "So, this is supposed to help increase the fruit yield next year, right?" Rodney snorted, and John definitely did not look at him, because then he'd never get through this with a straight face.
"Yes, Major." Great, now Teyla sounded like she was about to laugh. Then again, the Onakundu seemed to be having a pretty good time, so John guessed it wasn't really disrespectful or anything.
"Well, then." John grinned at his team and swept his arms out, ushering them forward. "Let's get to celebrating."
He plucked one of the overripe pods that the Onakundu had deliberately left unpicked, dangling from a drooping harruka limb, took careful aim, and splatted his seed against a tree, making a really obscene squishing noise that drew cheers from the Onakundu, and something suspiciously like giggling from Ford.
"Let's hear it for the thinly veiled sex metaphors," Rodney muttered, and then they were all hurling swollen seed pods at the gaily decorated trees, trying to out-squish one another and laughing themselves out of breath.
Author: kageygirl
Rating: G
Category: Gen
Summary: Laugh, and the galaxy laughs with you.
Oh-so-very not my fault. aithine and ophidiae, you know what you did.
Risqué
"I recognize that this might come off as culturally insensitive, but that?" Rodney pointed to the grove of harruka trees, and the Onakundu dodging around the tree trunks, shrieking and laughing. "Is just incredibly weird."
John pretty much agreed with him, but he was glad Rodney had been the one to say it--that way, John could keep his mouth shut and come out of this looking noble by comparison. Teyla gave them all one of her diplomatic smiles, but not her best ever--this one looked precarious around the edges, like she might lose control of it at any moment, though you had to have seen a lot of them to notice the difference. "I admit that the Onakundu have an... unusual manner of honoring their harvest gods, but I believe that all celebrations of life are inherently valuable."
"Even the sticky ones, huh?" Ford was watching the Onakundu with something like vague horror, and John had to wonder how many times he'd gotten in trouble as a kid for coming home dirty.
"Especially the sticky ones," John murmured, just loud enough for Rodney to whip his head around with a wide-eyed look. John kept his expression deliberately mild as Rodney broke into a surprised and so-not-innocent grin.
Raising his voice for Ford and Teyla, John said, "So, this is supposed to help increase the fruit yield next year, right?" Rodney snorted, and John definitely did not look at him, because then he'd never get through this with a straight face.
"Yes, Major." Great, now Teyla sounded like she was about to laugh. Then again, the Onakundu seemed to be having a pretty good time, so John guessed it wasn't really disrespectful or anything.
"Well, then." John grinned at his team and swept his arms out, ushering them forward. "Let's get to celebrating."
He plucked one of the overripe pods that the Onakundu had deliberately left unpicked, dangling from a drooping harruka limb, took careful aim, and splatted his seed against a tree, making a really obscene squishing noise that drew cheers from the Onakundu, and something suspiciously like giggling from Ford.
"Let's hear it for the thinly veiled sex metaphors," Rodney muttered, and then they were all hurling swollen seed pods at the gaily decorated trees, trying to out-squish one another and laughing themselves out of breath.