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[the_antichris]

Ther were work drinks today, and good work drinks because five people, count 'em, are leaving. Fruit platter! Cheese! Chip butties! And everyone (well, several people) took care to point out the cheese to me, which I was nonplussed by until I remembered the last work function, at which I got drunk and talked at length about cheese and curling

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[shihadchick]

The best part about MCS-H39** wasn't so much the fact that - for once - no one was trying to shoot at them, at any point, or even that the natives had quite sensibly elevated the ceremonial cheese platter to a ritual that seemed (according to the anthropologists, who were having fits of glee all over the place) to fall somewhere between a Holy Rite and the Japanese Tea Ceremony, something of which Rodney approved quite strongly, no, it was that that also seemed to be the only system which had successfully hybridised and bred a variety of earth-descended vegetables, most of which ran out literal days after the Daedalus could bring them in.

Carson was proving difficult seperate from the carton of might-as-well-be-leeks that he'd been gifted after curing the prime minister of a mild but embarrassing condition that Carson swore the hippocratic oath (which Rodney privately sometimes (or, okay, publicly, too) doubted he'd even actually taken) prevented his discussing. Despite no less than three people, including Cadman pointing out that there were several more boxes of the things in the kitchens, and that they could get more.

Rodney was surprised to find himself enjoying brocolli as much as he was, and figured it had to be some kind of vitamin defiency, despite the MREs (they'd been designed by biologists and nutritionists, so who knew what they'd missed) but the biggest hit on Atlantis, surprisingly, were what the Makhannes called 'crush'.

Lorne had gone starry-eyed (quite frightening to witness, really) and started plotting fiendishly (and loudly) with some of the other marines on how to use it to properly celebrate the American Thanksgiving which was still, oh, at least six months away, no matter how you tormented relativity to work out the time difference between Atlantis and Earth (and Rodney really wished people would stop asking him, or at least would let him finish explaining their stupidity when they were foolish enough to do so) but Sheppard had simply taken one look, vanished into the kitchens (this was never going to end well) and seemed to be far more of the 'eat now, for tomorrow we may die' approach. Rodney was sorta with him in that respect, anyway.

Except it turned out that, really, he had a little more going on under that ridiculous hairstype than just "dessert good", because less than four hours after the team had returned from MCS-H39, an email was doing the rounds of the all-Atlantis servers inviting everyone down to the mess for Intergalactic Pumpkin Pie and Star Wars Day.

"Star Wars Day?" Rodney mumbled around a mouthful of pie (someone had been hiding CINNAMON in this benighted galaxy, and when he found out who, he was going to- well, confiscate it. On principle.)

John smirked, leaning against the wall while he guarded his own, slightly larger slice of pie from the marauding forks of most of the command staff while gesturing broadly with his knife. "May the Fourth be with you, Rodney."

Upon reflection, the fact that Sheppard had successfully outgeeked him was probably worthy more of teasing than it was shame. And the man did make an excellent crust. To say nothing of the blowjobs. Rodney figured he should allow him to live.

**Squint at it funny. Think about it.

[the_antichris]

I LOVE YOU. I DON'T CARE IF IT'S QUASI-INCESTUOUS AND WEIRD.

they'd been designed by biologists and nutritionists, so who knew what they'd missed Hee! And LEEKS. I love leeks.

i don't get it :( Also, I need an SGA icon.

[katrin]

Think about what letters the 3 and the 9 look like.

[the_antichris]

OH. I = dumb. (Also, I had to google DADT, and then I smacked myself in the head.)

[katrin]

Heh. I'm glad you figured it out, for both of those.

[the_antichris]

Hey, are you guys on AIM?

[katrin]

I am. Claire's currently having dinner.

[the_antichris]

Eating? How... misprioritising of her.

[shihadchick]

I tried to beg off! I got yelled at!

[shihadchick]

*grinny* I. Er. See what you people make me do??

Also, mum just asked me over dinner if I wanted pumpkin and I cracked my shit UP.

I figured leeks HAD to be scots-appropriate.

I'm glad Kat gave you a hand there. Me too. Oh dear. :D

[the_antichris]

Positive reinforcement only makes us ask for more!

Welsh, mostly, but I'm sure they have them in Scotland. I'm not sure what the stereotypical Scots vege is. (Chips? /cheap shot)