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"McKay!" Jack O'Neill called. "What's up?"
"Umm... I was... dammit. I was hungry!" Rodney admitted. "I was looking to see what kind of snacks there might be."
They stood in the kitchen of the mess area. The evening meal had been cleaned up and put away. There were only meals that were prepared for away teams and were clearly labeled. Everyone on Atlantis knew that touching the meals left for away teams was the fastest way to earn John's wrath. No one wanted to be on John's bad side.
"So. What kind of snacks are there?" Jack asked.
Rodney rummaged through the cupboards, not finding anything.
"Okay, this is on your head," Rodney grinned. He opened a cooler to find a supply of cupcakes.
"Do you suppose there are too many cupcakes for whatever those are planned for?" Jack asked hopefully.
"There are never too many cupcakes," Rodney shot back.
Jack laughed.
"But they're for the literary reading tomorrow," Rodney admitted. "It's part of the new round of social events. There are music sessions, readings, presentations, and whatever anyone is willing to do in front of a group." He shrugged. "One of the botanists is a writer in her spare time and her work is popular among a segment of the population. They offer dessert like cookies or cupcakes to help boost attendance."
"Will they miss two?" Jack asked.
"Yes!" Rodney nodded. "But leave a note that it was you and me and we'll be fine." Rodney grinned. "I threaten to mess with the hot water in their rooms. They let me get away with a lot."
Jack thought Rodney's work had earned respect similar to Sheppard's but he wasn't going to ruin the illusion Rodney had.
"Sure!" Jack nodded. "I can do that!"