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[atlantismother]

The island's impromptu gift of flavored coffees had been greatly appreciated. There were only enough for just about two glasses per flavor of coffee, but there were more than enough variations to keep mornings interesting

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[savedthatjaffa]

It was a day for walking in cool, long dresses with hems that brushed the ankles in the heat of the day. Lam found herself in a red and gold dress suited for just that. Coming back from wandering (for it could not be called walking when the skirt fell just-so and swirled like something out of some magazine somewhere), she caught sight of Elizabeth Weir and smiled. It was preferable to the intermittent frowning she'd been doing after sweeping through the hut and cleaning everything she could get her hands on.

Her own trip to the bookshelf had resulted in outdated surgical techniques (primitive at best), a textbook on Pathology from the 1970s, and then some Asimov (that she actually grabbed). The heat was tolerable enough at the moment that she'd actually contemplated sitting outside even before she spotted the woman.

"Doctor Weir," Lam said quietly in greeting. "I was offered Issac Asimov today. I figured it couldn't hurt, so I actually took a book home." She flashed her copy of Fantastic Voyage, her smile slightly awkward

[atlantismother]

Elizabeth glanced up from her book with a small smile. She did not often get to speak to the doctor, and it was nice to see her. While she had never been in charge of the woman, she respected O'Neill's decisions.

"Well, it looks like its in a good mood today." She lifted the novel in her hands. "Don Quixote."

[savedthatjaffa]

"Well, that's appropriate for the Island," she said with a soft laugh. "Is it in the original or a translation?" Lam tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear and found a seat.

[atlantismother]

"So it is." She marked her place with a bit of fabric the box had given her previously, and placed the book on the table. "One of the earlier editions, in fact. It does make me wonder whether the bookcase is capable of producing the first publishing of tales like these."

She quirked a wry smile. "On Earth, I suppose that would be quite the treasure."

[flyboy_shepp]

John set the small prop helicopter Rodney had made him down on the table gently, then sat down across from Elizabeth. The smaller tools he'd borrowed from the building crew went down next to the helicopter.

"Hey," he greeted, giving Elizabeth a grin. "Good day?"

[atlantismother]

She glanced up from the book with a small nod and a smile. She'd seen the prop helicopter around once or twice before. She wondered idly whether that had been a gift of the island, or whether Rodney had made it over his time--or times--on the island.

Her smile widened in amusement, and she indicated the book with the hand that held it. "Wonderful weather, quiet day, and the bookcase had the good taste to offer a few classics. How has your day been?"

[flyboy_shepp]

"Pretty good," John replied cheerfully. When the only thing he had to worry about was a few loose screws on his toy helicopter, it was a pretty good day indeed. "Just passing the time right now."

[atlantismother]

Given the sorts of things they'd seen on Atlantis, 'passing the time' made for an inherently good day. Even were it less than eventful, she preferred suffering a bit of boredom to the threat of losing her people.

She arched an eyebrow, glancing down at the model helicopter and the tools on the table. "Time for its repairs?

[jaffa_notacake]

"Doctor Weir." Teal'c nodded at her before standing opposite, hands behind his back. Then he hesitated, for the last time he had spoken to Doctor Weir had been when she had told he and Ronon off for fighting, and Teal'c was unsure of the chain of command on Tabula Rasa. Or if there was one at all.

[atlantismother]

She looked up from the book she was reading to offer the Jaffa a warm smile. She did not often get to speak to him, but he was among those who had treated her well during her stay in the SGC.

"Teal'c." She cocked her head to the side thoughtfully. "Is there something on your mind?"

[jaffa_notacake]

"There is not. I was merely," he paused, thinking of how to describe it. "At a loose end." It was not something he was used to. "I hope I am not interrupting your reading."

[atlantismother]

She nodded after a moment, and gestured for him to sit across the table, setting her book down. "Not at all. I've got the rest of my time here to finish this book. That is, if you'd like to stay and talk?"

Despite his protests, she assumed that he must have had something he wished to speak about, that he had approached her at all, rather than simply gone about his business.