"Where's my spangled red, white and blue corner?" a voice shouted a few yards away.
The body attached to said voice emerged closer to Daniel's station a moment later, holding a pan with a small mountain of biscuits piled atop it. Aeryn was in tow with her own assortment of culture-y goodies (and her pulse pistol, of course. Because that applied more to her culture than anything).
"I'm here to support my love of fried chicken, baseball and Lady Liberty, ma'am," John said to Cayce, slipping into that twangy drawl he inherited through honest means from good old-fashioned family ties. "And I come bearing treats, made from a recipe that only the loving Grandma Crichton could supply."
He was sort of proud of himself, in all honesty. He'd tried to make them on board Moya once for a similar kind of get together, only to find that the ship had none of the ingredients he needed (most important one being, you know, flour). So they'd been thrown back at him (literally). This time he'd actually been able to make Aeryn take back the criticism. Which was a special kind of reward in and of itself.
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Date: 2008-07-30 07:14 am (UTC)The body attached to said voice emerged closer to Daniel's station a moment later, holding a pan with a small mountain of biscuits piled atop it. Aeryn was in tow with her own assortment of culture-y goodies (and her pulse pistol, of course. Because that applied more to her culture than anything).
"I'm here to support my love of fried chicken, baseball and Lady Liberty, ma'am," John said to Cayce, slipping into that twangy drawl he inherited through honest means from good old-fashioned family ties. "And I come bearing treats, made from a recipe that only the loving Grandma Crichton could supply."
He was sort of proud of himself, in all honesty. He'd tried to make them on board Moya once for a similar kind of get together, only to find that the ship had none of the ingredients he needed (most important one being, you know, flour). So they'd been thrown back at him (literally). This time he'd actually been able to make Aeryn take back the criticism. Which was a special kind of reward in and of itself.