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Comfort Food, Amnesty fic by permetaform
Title: Comfort Food
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Spoilers: general spoilers for past Siege I
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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.
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bitchedargued at each other enough that it they were fairly easy to sneak up on.Incidentally, first contact with the natives of M4M-58D was remembered as an Incident involving fresh mud, a rookie hunter, half a power-bar, and a collasped tent on top of Dr. McKay and Col. Sheppard.
The natives of M4M-58D remember the Incident with great fondness; on Atlantis it was Never Spoken Of Again.)
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