[Stargate: Drabble] "Waffle Weather" [SG-22, G]
Title: Waffle Weather
Prompt: writerverse challenge #30 weekly quick fic #11, prompts ‘waffles’ & ‘winter’
Bonus: gen/friendship genre
Word Count: 229
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: Gryff doesn’t help her team shovel snow.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Waffle Weather
“Have I mentioned that I love you guys?” Gryff said, as her three teammates came into the kitchen, already leaving puddles of melted snow on the mat. She helped them peel out of hats, scarves, gloves and jackets, hanging them around the kitchen to dry.
“We know how much you hate the cold, sir,” said Jason, bending so that she could unwind his scarf. “We don’t mind.”
“We don’t mind that you don’t come outside,” Levi corrected. “We do mind having to shovel the driveway at all.”
Toby pulled off his boots hopped across the linoleum to avoid the puddles. “And Mrs. Entwhistle’s driveway,” he added. “Do you have any idea how long it takes to dig out five cars from a foot and a half of snow?”
Gryff smiled. “I imagine, about as long as it takes to whip up an oven full of waffles,” she said, casually.
Three heads came up sharply. “Waffles?” Jason repeated. “Are there really waffles?”
His commanding officer laughed. “There are really waffles. And there’s another batch of batter in the fridge, in case an oven full isn’t quite enough. Go sit down,” she added, when they moved to help her. “I’ll get everything.”
Gryff set the baking sheet of waffles in the center of the table, and Toby bumped her shoulder. “Hey,” he said. “We love you, too.”
She smiled. “I know.”
THE END
Current Mood:
cold
Prompt: writerverse challenge #30 weekly quick fic #11, prompts ‘waffles’ & ‘winter’
Bonus: gen/friendship genre
Word Count: 229
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: Gryff doesn’t help her team shovel snow.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Waffle Weather
“Have I mentioned that I love you guys?” Gryff said, as her three teammates came into the kitchen, already leaving puddles of melted snow on the mat. She helped them peel out of hats, scarves, gloves and jackets, hanging them around the kitchen to dry.
“We know how much you hate the cold, sir,” said Jason, bending so that she could unwind his scarf. “We don’t mind.”
“We don’t mind that you don’t come outside,” Levi corrected. “We do mind having to shovel the driveway at all.”
Toby pulled off his boots hopped across the linoleum to avoid the puddles. “And Mrs. Entwhistle’s driveway,” he added. “Do you have any idea how long it takes to dig out five cars from a foot and a half of snow?”
Gryff smiled. “I imagine, about as long as it takes to whip up an oven full of waffles,” she said, casually.
Three heads came up sharply. “Waffles?” Jason repeated. “Are there really waffles?”
His commanding officer laughed. “There are really waffles. And there’s another batch of batter in the fridge, in case an oven full isn’t quite enough. Go sit down,” she added, when they moved to help her. “I’ll get everything.”
Gryff set the baking sheet of waffles in the center of the table, and Toby bumped her shoulder. “Hey,” he said. “We love you, too.”
She smiled. “I know.”
THE END
Current Mood:
cold