For Teyla

[agent_dean]

It wasn't often that beautiful women (beautiful, alien women no less), just introduced themselves to Brendan and offered to play tour guide. In fact, it had never happened - alien or otherwise. So to say Brendan was a little nervous would be a gross understatement

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[t_emmagen]

It was not often that Teyla found herself rushing through her morning routines. Her run cut a bit shorter, her meditation not as focused. She found herself instead considering the day ahead of her, telling herself it was nothing, simply a day off to be spent with a new friend. There was no need to think of what John would think, or of Dave and their friendship. It may have been why she was later making it to the compound than she had intended to shower and get ready.

Her hair was still damp when she walked into the kitchen, twisted up off of her neck. When she saw Brendan she could not help but smile, her eyebrow raised. "Good morning," She gave his suit a quick once over. Compared to her own cargo pants, sandals and short top he was overdressed, or so she thought. "Are you ready for the day?"

[agent_dean]

Brendan shot to his feet when Teyla walked in looking radiant and relaxed and casual. He patted at his tie and gave her a sunny smile. "Good morning," he greeted, don't stare, say something charming, "and yes, yes. You look really nice. Did you sleep well?"

Was that weird to ask? No, Brendan was sure that was fine. He hoped she didn't take it the wrong way. He stopped himself from voicing any of this out loud, which he took as a victory.

[t_emmagen]

"I did, thank you. I hope you did as well." Teyla smiled before heading to the fridge, pulling out meat and bread and fruit. Carrying it to the counter she wondered how to best ask him if he had considered dressing more casually. Honesty was best, she thought, setting things up to make a few sandwiches for her pack. "Have you found the clothing box yet?"

[agent_dean]

Brendan's nose twitched curiously as Teyla started to make the food. He liked sandwiches. "Yes, I did. Well, the bed was a little short, my feet hung off, but it was still comfortable." Which wasn't completely true, but Brendan had slept nonetheless.

He smiled at her in polite confusion. "What's the clothing box?"