Comfort Food, Amnesty fic by permetaform

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Title: Comfort Food
Author: permetaform
Spoilers: general spoilers for past Siege I

McKay found the colonel in the SGC cafeteria, post-debriefing, dispiritedly picking at his french fries. He sat down, stole one, and grimaced.

It was almost-but-not-quite-entirely-unlike the tubers that grew on MX4-2X5.

John pushed the plate away, "Don't bother with the chicken."

"It's not like it's going to kill you, Sheppard." Rodney reached over, but paused. "Wait, it doesn't have--"

"No citrus that I could tell."

Rodney bit into a leg. It looked close enough to the giant amphibians from M25-67J that the chicken almost tasted like, but it was stringier and harder to chew. And less sweet.

Even the hair was droopy.

"Oh for the love of--stop moping! We'll be back in a week!"

Sheppard just raised an eyebrow and pretended not to stew over his coffee.