lunch break
Apr. 8th, 2010 01:35 pmA little drabble for ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
kate , and me and all the rest of us too prone to skipping lunch or eating at our desks. Happy Thursday afternoon!
It's a grumbling sort of preening coming from the CSO's corner of the lab. Stabbing at laptop keys and muttering about "two doctorates is overqualified for lunch room monitoring" and "eating at my desk" and "goddamned electrical resistance simulations". But by the time Teyla is at the door, Torren's still damp hand in hers ("Alreadys washed, Uncle Rodney!"), Dr. McKay is ready to go, with a final glare around the room.
Teyla kisses Torren goodbye on his forehead ("See you back home for naptime" and "Awwww, Mama"), and shoulder bumps Rodney before going down the hall, child free. And Rodney hitches Torren onto his hip as they head to the messhall, both chattering at once: "Uncle Ronon caughted a fish as big as ME" and "better grip on our tires, we'll beat Uncle Floppy Hair next time" and "lunch, lunch, lunch, lunch, lunch" echoing down the corridor behind them.
kate , and me and all the rest of us too prone to skipping lunch or eating at our desks. Happy Thursday afternoon!It's a grumbling sort of preening coming from the CSO's corner of the lab. Stabbing at laptop keys and muttering about "two doctorates is overqualified for lunch room monitoring" and "eating at my desk" and "goddamned electrical resistance simulations". But by the time Teyla is at the door, Torren's still damp hand in hers ("Alreadys washed, Uncle Rodney!"), Dr. McKay is ready to go, with a final glare around the room.
Teyla kisses Torren goodbye on his forehead ("See you back home for naptime" and "Awwww, Mama"), and shoulder bumps Rodney before going down the hall, child free. And Rodney hitches Torren onto his hip as they head to the messhall, both chattering at once: "Uncle Ronon caughted a fish as big as ME" and "better grip on our tires, we'll beat Uncle Floppy Hair next time" and "lunch, lunch, lunch, lunch, lunch" echoing down the corridor behind them.
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