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.
"Hello Jennifer," Teyla greeted. She knew that Darien and Hobbes were familiar with the SGC doctor, as was Donna -- who seemed to be familiar with everyone -- but picked up on the polite distance between Jennifer and Mr. Stokes. "Dr. Keller, this is Mr. Stokes, Mr. Stokes, Dr. Keller."
Introductions done, Teyla turned her attention briefly to the discussion of clothing. Though she really did not understand the reference to 'vintage' beyond understanding that it was meant as teasing for Hobbes, she did know a few things about clothing.
"Mr. Stokes is seeking a gift for his mother," Teyla asserted."I suggested one of the lovely scarves which resulted in Darien requesting something not 'too giry.' I thought it would be a perfect time to point out that 'girly' means different things in different cultures. For example, in the Hatana culture the warriors are frequently adorned in pinks and pastels for their Honoring Ceremony."
Teyla did not mention that the Hatana reserved those colors for novice warriors, and moved onto darker colors for the experienced men. She gave Jennifer a look as well, cautioning her silence.
[Keller] Nothing wrong with girly!lost_mckayMarch 4 2009, 20:19:01 UTC
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."
Jennifer pointed her finger at Teyla and nodded her agreement. "And that too, yes." She was clearly enjoying it.
"In the Hatana..." she began, and closed her mouth quickly soon after, smiling and nodding again. "Exactly." Now was one of those times when she was glad the Atlantis files never really made it back...
*cough*
"Really, though.. when you think of 'mom' you really shouldn't think grey and frumpy. Pink, girly, bright.. see, that's nice."
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.
Nick looked between Teyla and Keller, his brows furrowing, "Hatana? I don't think I have ever heard of them, but then I find myself hearing new things every day." Ever since the first announcement from the SGC. "Warriors in pink, huh? Well I think that is definitely a culture I will avoid. Pink is just not my color. It wouldn't do anything for my eyes."
Nick walked over to the booth with the scarves and began looking them over, "As for what would be appropriately girly, I am afraid I will need some help on that. I'm from down South where girly can sometimes mean we buy the pink hunting rifle... throw in time in Vegas where it can mean skimpy outfits and showtunes, and well... I guess I could just use some assistance. Any help you lovely ladies can extend to me would be greatly appreciated by both me and my mother." Nick paused a moment, "Though maybe we should try for a compromise between what you ladies would think is girly and what we guys can pick out. If I go entirely with your recommendation then my Mother will think I have a girlfriend and I will never hear the end of it."
The whole time Nick's posture remained casual, though he could be seen making the occassional scan of the crowd. Even he couldn't believe how easy it was to slip back to beat cop from CSI. Old habits can die hard.
"Well," Jennifer began slowly, casting a grin at Teyla before continuing, "... for the new warriors. Think of it as... pledging." Goldfish, anyone?
It wasn't really fair, using a strictly Earth term, one that she knew Teyla probably wasn't aware of. Oh, there were 'coming of age' ceremonies and rituals, complete with the marking of robes, of items... but pledging was, well... unofficial. To say the least.
She nodded, her entire body moving slowly forward in the gesture, her smile not fading. "Okay, Nick then. And from the way it sounds, my guess is, I won't see you professionally at all, which, honestly, I'm good with." Pulling a hand away, she waved it in the air, "No offense, though."
Glancing at the gathered, her brows rose again. "So... we're shopping?" An hour spent in the market before turning in wasn't a bad idea. With company, no... with healthy company, even better.
Jennifer looked to Donna before nodding over towards the men, "They'll be carrying that for you back, right? I was looking forward to your casserole. It tastes even better reheated."
A step was taken towards the glass blowers, and points beyond, though not without everyone else. No way would she lead the pack! "Teyla, I would love to restart training. I never thought I'd say this, and if we ever see Ronin again, I will deny it with my dying breath.. but I miss it." Her smile turned fond in the memory before she straightened again. "He... was rough."
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.
Nick shrugged off the comments he didn't understand entirely and instead focused on those he did get. "Well I had intended to carry the bags whereever they were needed... Otherwise my Mom would have something to say about my manners and it wouldn't be nice."
Nick also took Dr. Keller's comments in the spirit they were intended, "I try very hard to stay out of the line of fire. I was a CSI back on Earth, so not much on the chasing down on the bad guys, but more on the finding the evidence to put them away. It leads to less people shooting at you." Though he had been buried in a box once, which was definitely not of the fun.
At the mention of cake, Nick swung his gaze to Donna, "Well that would be nice. I'm pretty sure that if you don't then she will probably have to bake her own. Neither my father nor I are much for baking. I wouldn't blow up the house, but I doubt it would be edible."
Nick did catch sight of Mac and gave the man a head nod of acknowledgement. Of course if he came over, he might end up scripted into carrying bags too. Somehow Nick felt that a cake probably meant more shopping.
"Hello Jennifer," Teyla greeted. She knew that Darien and Hobbes were familiar with the SGC doctor, as was Donna -- who seemed to be familiar with everyone -- but picked up on the polite distance between Jennifer and Mr. Stokes. "Dr. Keller, this is Mr. Stokes, Mr. Stokes, Dr. Keller."
Introductions done, Teyla turned her attention briefly to the discussion of clothing. Though she really did not understand the reference to 'vintage' beyond understanding that it was meant as teasing for Hobbes, she did know a few things about clothing.
"Mr. Stokes is seeking a gift for his mother," Teyla asserted."I suggested one of the lovely scarves which resulted in Darien requesting something not 'too giry.' I thought it would be a perfect time to point out that 'girly' means different things in different cultures. For example, in the Hatana culture the warriors are frequently adorned in pinks and pastels for their Honoring Ceremony."
Teyla did not mention that the Hatana reserved those colors for novice warriors, and moved onto darker colors for the experienced men. She gave Jennifer a look as well, cautioning her silence.
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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."
Jennifer pointed her finger at Teyla and nodded her agreement. "And that too, yes." She was clearly enjoying it.
"In the Hatana..." she began, and closed her mouth quickly soon after, smiling and nodding again. "Exactly." Now was one of those times when she was glad the Atlantis files never really made it back...
*cough*
"Really, though.. when you think of 'mom' you really shouldn't think grey and frumpy. Pink, girly, bright.. see, that's nice."
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Nick looked between Teyla and Keller, his brows furrowing, "Hatana? I don't think I have ever heard of them, but then I find myself hearing new things every day." Ever since the first announcement from the SGC. "Warriors in pink, huh? Well I think that is definitely a culture I will avoid. Pink is just not my color. It wouldn't do anything for my eyes."
Nick walked over to the booth with the scarves and began looking them over, "As for what would be appropriately girly, I am afraid I will need some help on that. I'm from down South where girly can sometimes mean we buy the pink hunting rifle... throw in time in Vegas where it can mean skimpy outfits and showtunes, and well... I guess I could just use some assistance. Any help you lovely ladies can extend to me would be greatly appreciated by both me and my mother." Nick paused a moment, "Though maybe we should try for a compromise between what you ladies would think is girly and what we guys can pick out. If I go entirely with your recommendation then my Mother will think I have a girlfriend and I will never hear the end of it."
The whole time Nick's posture remained casual, though he could be seen making the occassional scan of the crowd. Even he couldn't believe how easy it was to slip back to beat cop from CSI. Old habits can die hard.
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It wasn't really fair, using a strictly Earth term, one that she knew Teyla probably wasn't aware of. Oh, there were 'coming of age' ceremonies and rituals, complete with the marking of robes, of items... but pledging was, well... unofficial. To say the least.
She nodded, her entire body moving slowly forward in the gesture, her smile not fading. "Okay, Nick then. And from the way it sounds, my guess is, I won't see you professionally at all, which, honestly, I'm good with." Pulling a hand away, she waved it in the air, "No offense, though."
Glancing at the gathered, her brows rose again. "So... we're shopping?" An hour spent in the market before turning in wasn't a bad idea. With company, no... with healthy company, even better.
Jennifer looked to Donna before nodding over towards the men, "They'll be carrying that for you back, right? I was looking forward to your casserole. It tastes even better reheated."
A step was taken towards the glass blowers, and points beyond, though not without everyone else. No way would she lead the pack! "Teyla, I would love to restart training. I never thought I'd say this, and if we ever see Ronin again, I will deny it with my dying breath.. but I miss it." Her smile turned fond in the memory before she straightened again. "He... was rough."
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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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Nick shrugged off the comments he didn't understand entirely and instead focused on those he did get. "Well I had intended to carry the bags whereever they were needed... Otherwise my Mom would have something to say about my manners and it wouldn't be nice."
Nick also took Dr. Keller's comments in the spirit they were intended, "I try very hard to stay out of the line of fire. I was a CSI back on Earth, so not much on the chasing down on the bad guys, but more on the finding the evidence to put them away. It leads to less people shooting at you." Though he had been buried in a box once, which was definitely not of the fun.
At the mention of cake, Nick swung his gaze to Donna, "Well that would be nice. I'm pretty sure that if you don't then she will probably have to bake her own. Neither my father nor I are much for baking. I wouldn't blow up the house, but I doubt it would be edible."
Nick did catch sight of Mac and gave the man a head nod of acknowledgement. Of course if he came over, he might end up scripted into carrying bags too. Somehow Nick felt that a cake probably meant more shopping.
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