Further down the way, just beyond the scarves and knitted items, Dr. Jennifer Keller (still dressed in uniform, minus a white coat) was at the candle booth... okay, merchant blanket; who was standing on ceremony anyway? On the rug, one of those made on Gamma with materials only found on this world, were decorated wax candles
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Nick's eyes were almost getting that glazed over look when Teyla interrupted Donna's ramblings. He blinked and looked around, eyes moving from the glassware to the scarves, "She might like a new scarf. I know she complained about having to leave so much behind." Well they couldn't take everything after all.
Nick arched an eyebrow up at Darien and Bobby. He was dressed in jeans and a polo shirt, so he could understand practical, "Vintage? You know I met a lot of guys that went with the vintage look in Vegas. I never could get into it though." Admittedly some were dead, some were sleaze, and some were lounge acts... which fell somewhere in between.
When Keller walked over and joined the group, Nick nodded in her direction, "Ma'am." Since he had no special abilities and was healthy as a horse he didn't get in to doctors much. "We were just converging due to some runaway vegetables. I'm afraid there was a casualty, but only the one." He motioned to the squashed onion, "I don't think it can be saved."
Teyla welcomed Jennifer with a smile and an inclination of her head. She missed the other woman, a familiar face and connection from Atlantis and her lost world. There hadn't been much time for sparring lately, and rarely time for a shared meal
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Jennifer made a sort of scrunched-up 'ooo' face at the hearing of the lost vegetable.. and the ensuing casualty. "Oh.." She looked around to see the onion cadaver in question and shook her head. "It's beyond my ability."
Her expression brighted quickly after, and bringing her arms up to cross before her, she nodded in the introduction, repeating soon after, "Mr. Stokes." She canted her head briefly, trying to place the face, her lips pressed, but she shook her head soon after. "No... never crossed paths." Extending her hand to finish the introduction, her grip was firm but not overmuch.
"So.." She straightened and bounced slightly on the balls of her feet. "...a gift, huh?" Hazel eyes gleamed as she cast a glance over towards Darien. Yup, knew him... "And what's wrong with 'girly' for mom?" Her brows rose even as her voice did as she addressed Darien. "There's nothing wrong with that
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Nick smiled at Jennifer, and offered his hand at the introduction, "Just Nick is fine. Mr. Stokes makes me think of my father." Well actually that would be His Honor, Judge Stokes, but that is hardly the point. "We just don'e travel in the same circles is all, which is why we haven't met. You seem the sort to stay on the right side of the law, unlike possibly these jokers..." Nick signaled to Darien and Bobby with his thumb, "while I make a concerted effort to stay out of the hands of doctors if at all possible. I make a special effort to avoid splinters too." Well that was what the earlier conversation had centered around and Nick couldn't resist the barb
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"Well," Jennifer began slowly, casting a grin at Teyla before continuing, "... for the new warriors. Think of it as... pledging." Goldfish, anyone
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Donna hadn't quite caught her breath after all that talk of warriors in pink. The mental image was a cross between "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert" and "Robin Hood: Men in Tights".
Jennifer'd said something.
"Huh? Oh, casserole? Still on the menu. Lotsa beans, just like the men don't like it." Was that muttering? It was. And they were carrying her bags.. "I'm making horsey crumble too, if you lads are interested?"
"Horsey?" someone half-choked.
"EEEEEW! NO! You know what I mean, y'daft brush. Them funny fruits!" Donna waved at Teyla's bag of native produce. "As if I'd eat a HORSE like some Frog. Flippin' Nora.."
She waggled her eyebrows when Jennifer turned mushy over "rough" training with Ronon - not that she'd ever met the bloke, but the pictures were.. Oooh. "I'll bet you did, mate, I'll bet."
A slightly random thought then popped into her head, as they were wont to do. "Hey, Nick - how 'bout I make your mum a birthday cake to say thanks for carrying my bags?"
Nick had no idea who Ronon was. He had really stayed on the outskirts of the colony until a civilian police force had been put into effect, and that was only recently. He wasn't up on all the gossip and he definitely wasn't in on any of the classified stuff. He didn't have that kind of clearance
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Nick arched an eyebrow up at Darien and Bobby. He was dressed in jeans and a polo shirt, so he could understand practical, "Vintage? You know I met a lot of guys that went with the vintage look in Vegas. I never could get into it though." Admittedly some were dead, some were sleaze, and some were lounge acts... which fell somewhere in between.
When Keller walked over and joined the group, Nick nodded in her direction, "Ma'am." Since he had no special abilities and was healthy as a horse he didn't get in to doctors much. "We were just converging due to some runaway vegetables. I'm afraid there was a casualty, but only the one." He motioned to the squashed onion, "I don't think it can be saved."
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Her expression brighted quickly after, and bringing her arms up to cross before her, she nodded in the introduction, repeating soon after, "Mr. Stokes." She canted her head briefly, trying to place the face, her lips pressed, but she shook her head soon after. "No... never crossed paths." Extending her hand to finish the introduction, her grip was firm but not overmuch.
"So.." She straightened and bounced slightly on the balls of her feet. "...a gift, huh?" Hazel eyes gleamed as she cast a glance over towards Darien. Yup, knew him... "And what's wrong with 'girly' for mom?" Her brows rose even as her voice did as she addressed Darien. "There's nothing wrong with that ( ... )
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Jennifer'd said something.
"Huh? Oh, casserole? Still on the menu. Lotsa beans, just like the men don't like it." Was that muttering? It was. And they were carrying her bags.. "I'm making horsey crumble too, if you lads are interested?"
"Horsey?" someone half-choked.
"EEEEEW! NO! You know what I mean, y'daft brush. Them funny fruits!" Donna waved at Teyla's bag of native produce. "As if I'd eat a HORSE like some Frog. Flippin' Nora.."
She waggled her eyebrows when Jennifer turned mushy over "rough" training with Ronon - not that she'd ever met the bloke, but the pictures were.. Oooh. "I'll bet you did, mate, I'll bet."
A slightly random thought then popped into her head, as they were wont to do. "Hey, Nick - how 'bout I make your mum a birthday cake to say thanks for carrying my bags?"
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