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[scientificsnark]

It had been exactly a month since the...weekend debacle, and everything seemed to be fine with Jill, which meant Rodney McKay didn't have an excuse to stay hidden in his hut for much longer. Avoiding Sheppard and everyone else seemed a little immature, and Rodney did not want such an unflattering adjective attached to his name

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[jill_langston]

Even though she and Rodney had seemed to work everything out and she was sure everything was fine, it was still unusual to see him up at the Compound. These days, he tended to avoid it about as much as she had during those first few days following the disaster she promised him she'd never speak of again.

"Hey," she said, dropping her hand to his shoulder and squeezing lightly as she passed by on her way to the coffee. "You're here."

[scientificsnark]

Were Jill anyone else - which she wasn't - Rodney probably would have replied with something snide or sarcastic. Maybe even both. But fortunately for Jill, she was Jill, which meant he could ignore obvious observations - even acknowledge them.

"A man has to eat," he replied. "Lemons or no lemons. Hey, pour me a cup, would you? Thanks."

[jill_langston]

"Of course," Jill answered, pouring them both a cup of coffee before she went to the table and sat down beside him. "It's good to see you up here in the daylight," she said lightly, giving him a smile. In truth, it just felt good to know they'd survived maybe the worst of the shit the island had thrown at them. Switching bodies was one thing, but being completely out of control was something else entirely.

[scientificsnark]

"Tell that to the melanomas developing even now on my extremely sensitive skin," Rodney grumbled, but his heart wasn't really in it. He found he couldn't be grumpy for long around Jill. He took his cup of coffee from her and downed a long swig.

"Urgh, what's in this? Did someone get the cinnamon mixed up with the saffron again?" He sighed. "I miss Atlantis coffee. It was swill, but it was our swill, you know?"

[dojustfine]

Jennifer had some things to do at the compound, but first order of business was lunch, so she headed for the kitchen. "Hey, Rodney," she said cheerfully. "You can relax, you know. I don't think any rogue monkeys are going to pop through the window and try to steal your banana."

[scientificsnark]

Keller was someone Rodney was glad to have avoided during that weekend. He probably would've asked her to be a bridesmaid or something.

"On this island? Rogue monkeys are practically a certainty," he said. "But it's not them I'm worried about this time."

[dojustfine]

"No?" She took an apple from the bowl and brought it to the sink to wash it. Not that she was worried about pesticide residues or anything--the food here was practically organic--it was just the doctor in her. "Psychotic parrots? Stealthy salamanders? Ninja lemons?"

[scientificsnark]

"The last one," Rodney confirmed. "I almost ate lemons not too long ago," he added, being deliberately vague as to the time. "Voluntarily! I could have died!"

[mayko_tran]

Mayko tries to be good, she really does, but she's earned this moment.

"It's all right," she says. "The banana's not gonna make you put a ring on its finger."

[scientificsnark]

"Go boil your head- Oh, Mayko, it's you," Rodney said as he turned, plastering on a huge fake smile. "I thought you were someone else. Someone with no sense of humour whatsoever."

Jill would probably kick him for talking to her best friend like that, but really, it was sarcasm in self defense.

[mayko_tran]

"That was my first thought, obviously," says Mayko, reaching over and grabbing a banana for herself, hovering by the table as she peels it. "So what did the fruit do to you, anyway?"

[scientificsnark]

"Not fruit, citrus," said Rodney grumpily, turning back to the bowl. "I'm allergic, if you must know. To lemons, especially. So much as a drop of lemon and I swell up like the Goodyear blimp. Now you have to tell me your Achilles heel so it's fair," he pointed out.

[feltgoodthough]

Ronon noticed Rodney's suspicion of the fruit bowl when he entered the kitchen and despite McKay's well known paranoia, he surveyed it himself just in case. Seemed normal. "Doubt it was the food that did that to you," he commented helping himself to several apples. If it was the whole island would have been crazy.

[scientificsnark]

"Don't rule it out," Rodney said, looking up at Ronon. And further up. Not for the first time, he thought that he would've made a great basketball player back on Earth. "There was one incident with chocolate, when the earlier me was here. Apparently I confessed my eternal love to Sheppard." He snorted. "Clearly there was something sinister at work there."

Come to think of it, hadn't he done the same thing this time? He groaned inwardly a little. He hadn't remembered that part until now.

[feltgoodthough]

Ronon considered that, briefly marvelled that McKay still ate here, decided it was not a mental image he needed and dismissed it. Though he might bring it up with Sheppard later - not that he needed to distract him when they were sparring.

Ronon dropped into one of the seats by Rodney, slouching so he fit. He took a bite of apple and swallowed. "At least you didn't try to marry Sheppard," he pointed out. It was a limited up side but there it was.

[scientificsnark]

"That is a good, if extremely disturbing point," Rodney said, not looking too happy about it. He probably would have married everyone if he could have. Including people like Mitchell. He shuddered.

"I don't know, though," he said, perking up a little. "I think you'd make a great altar boy." He smirked at Ronon.