Never had to call Jack to the grill a second time, particularly if he wasn't the one behind the tongs.
Tossing the glove and ball to the young man he was playing catch with, the general closed the gap and clapped the youth on the shoulder, the pair ducking their heads with parted words before Jack begin to make his way back towards the main fare. He had to dodge the gallumphing puppies, followed on their tails (literally) by small children, stopping short to let them pass as they had 'right of way'.
Ah, nothing like kids that give a feeling that everything can actually be right with the world for a moment. Of course, it was times like these when he missed his own... but now wasn't a time to wallow. He knew Sara was safe, albeit elsewhere.
"Oh, hey.. Darien. Put on on the grill for me," Jack remembered the name from yesterday. Spinning around, it wasn't hard for the general to spot a very familiar form, and he raised his voice as he called out, "Carter!" and once more for good measure, just in case, "Sam!"
Turning back to the man behind the grill, Jack searched the already cooked level, and nodded, pointing to one nice looking piece. "Save that one, won't you?"
Sam's head came up as she heard a familiar voice call her name. O'Neill was at the BBQ... which was almost as predictable as seeing him with kids and dogs. She had to grin.
Drawing her hands from her pockets, she made her way through the crowds towards him. "Sir," she greeted him lightly, looking then to Darien, who stood behind the grill. "Hi," she smiled. "Meat's ready?"
Always a good thing. Vegetarian, Sam was not. There were days cows simply had to die... Today, evidently, was one of them.
This was what survival was all about, Ami decided as she wandered among her fellow colonists, greeting those that she knew; surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly, children she knew outnumbered adults. While she could be a surprisingly good cook with a functional kitchen and a recipe book, improvisation wasn't her finest skill. However, she had the pleasure of working, however briefly, with Molly Green and discovering native plants that could stretch out her tea supply.
A little bit of flirting and a barter of some of Darla's* coffee - with Darla's permission - and a promise of a pitcher of their own - and some of the boys in the "Geek Lab," as Maureen* called it, managed to help out the cause. Ami came today, she and Maureen dragging a homemade wagon with plastic tubs of good old fashioned sweetened iced tea. Ami didn't care overly much for it, but the Americans did.
"Even more so if they're southern," Maureen pointed out.
More than once their progress was impeded by children, balls, dogs and a few grown men and women among the children. It was spring, and it well could have been spring back on earth.
With a laugh, Ami gave a wayward soccer ball a light kick, sending it back toward the group of teens who lost control of it. She gave them a thumbs up as they waved their thanks.
They looked around for some place to deposit the beverages, and finally settled on the long food tables near the grill. Chances were whomever was on grill duty would get a bit thirsty.
"And you can't beat a hot sweaty man slaving over a hot grill," Maureen winked, doing nothing to keep her voice low. "And tall, dark and handsome and General O'Neill are complimenting that grill today."
Maureen had a boyfriend, but that didn't stop her from being a shameless flirt. Ami looked away, shaking her head in embarrassment for both of them.
OOC: *Two of Ami's "flat mates;" or the women who share her habitat.
"Oh, hey.. Darien," General O'Neill said. "Put on on the grill for me."
Darien smiled, pleasantly surprised that O'Neill remembered his name. After all, the man more or less ran the colony. "You got it, Chief."
Carter, whom Darien had met during the Close Encounter of the Enormous Kind yesterday, had drifted over as well. "Hi. Meat's ready?"
"You bet," Darien replied. "Chicken or meat on a stick?"
"Chicken," Carter grinned back. Darien deposited a chicken breast and leg on her plate. The pieces were significantly smaller than those you'd buy from a supermarket, but considering there were no more supermarkets Darien wasn't complaining.
"Hey Chief!" Darien called. "Yours is ready."
Before O'Neill had a chance to reply a female voice spoke up. "And you can't beat a hot sweaty man slaving over a hot grill. And tall, dark and handsome and General O'Neill are complimenting that grill today." The speaker was the well-endowed brunette helping Ami tow a wagon bearing tubs of a dark liquid. Judging from the moisture condensing on the containers, the fluid was cold.
Darien grinned, making a show of wiping sweat from his brow. "I sure am thirsty after standing here cooking for hours. What I'd give for a nice, cold beer." Then he winked at Ami and her friend. "Just get here, ladies?"
Tossing the glove and ball to the young man he was playing catch with, the general closed the gap and clapped the youth on the shoulder, the pair ducking their heads with parted words before Jack begin to make his way back towards the main fare. He had to dodge the gallumphing puppies, followed on their tails (literally) by small children, stopping short to let them pass as they had 'right of way'.
Ah, nothing like kids that give a feeling that everything can actually be right with the world for a moment. Of course, it was times like these when he missed his own... but now wasn't a time to wallow. He knew Sara was safe, albeit elsewhere.
"Oh, hey.. Darien. Put on on the grill for me," Jack remembered the name from yesterday. Spinning around, it wasn't hard for the general to spot a very familiar form, and he raised his voice as he called out, "Carter!" and once more for good measure, just in case, "Sam!"
Turning back to the man behind the grill, Jack searched the already cooked level, and nodded, pointing to one nice looking piece. "Save that one, won't you?"
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Drawing her hands from her pockets, she made her way through the crowds towards him. "Sir," she greeted him lightly, looking then to Darien, who stood behind the grill. "Hi," she smiled. "Meat's ready?"
Always a good thing. Vegetarian, Sam was not. There were days cows simply had to die... Today, evidently, was one of them.
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A little bit of flirting and a barter of some of Darla's* coffee - with Darla's permission - and a promise of a pitcher of their own - and some of the boys in the "Geek Lab," as Maureen* called it, managed to help out the cause. Ami came today, she and Maureen dragging a homemade wagon with plastic tubs of good old fashioned sweetened iced tea. Ami didn't care overly much for it, but the Americans did.
"Even more so if they're southern," Maureen pointed out.
More than once their progress was impeded by children, balls, dogs and a few grown men and women among the children. It was spring, and it well could have been spring back on earth.
With a laugh, Ami gave a wayward soccer ball a light kick, sending it back toward the group of teens who lost control of it. She gave them a thumbs up as they waved their thanks.
They looked around for some place to deposit the beverages, and finally settled on the long food tables near the grill. Chances were whomever was on grill duty would get a bit thirsty.
"And you can't beat a hot sweaty man slaving over a hot grill," Maureen winked, doing nothing to keep her voice low. "And tall, dark and handsome and General O'Neill are complimenting that grill today."
Maureen had a boyfriend, but that didn't stop her from being a shameless flirt. Ami looked away, shaking her head in embarrassment for both of them.
OOC: *Two of Ami's "flat mates;" or the women who share her habitat.
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Darien smiled, pleasantly surprised that O'Neill remembered his name. After all, the man more or less ran the colony. "You got it, Chief."
Carter, whom Darien had met during the Close Encounter of the Enormous Kind yesterday, had drifted over as well. "Hi. Meat's ready?"
"You bet," Darien replied. "Chicken or meat on a stick?"
"Chicken," Carter grinned back. Darien deposited a chicken breast and leg on her plate. The pieces were significantly smaller than those you'd buy from a supermarket, but considering there were no more supermarkets Darien wasn't complaining.
"Hey Chief!" Darien called. "Yours is ready."
Before O'Neill had a chance to reply a female voice spoke up. "And you can't beat a hot sweaty man slaving over a hot grill. And tall, dark and handsome and General O'Neill are complimenting that grill today." The speaker was the well-endowed brunette helping Ami tow a wagon bearing tubs of a dark liquid. Judging from the moisture condensing on the containers, the fluid was cold.
Darien grinned, making a show of wiping sweat from his brow. "I sure am thirsty after standing here cooking for hours. What I'd give for a nice, cold beer." Then he winked at Ami and her friend. "Just get here, ladies?"
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