Teyla sits cross-legged in the middle of her room and calmly sips a cup of tea, sweetened with honey. Her eyes stray now and then to the door, daring to hope that she might see more than one pretty face come to interrupt her afternoon meditation ritual.
Major Lorne, please accompany Dr. Dumais to an expedition to the landland for nuts for the squirrels.
In light of recent events, Carson, could you check John for STDs after that no good whore Mara sexed him?
John, no buts. You're getting tested before we have any more sex.
Ronon, we need to talk about your gun trigger happiness.
Teyla, your tuttleroot soup could... use some work. *tries to discreetly throw it away*
Scientists and military personnel should submit their weekly reports to me by tomorrow evening. Dr. Heightmeyer, if you could send your latest assessments to me, too, that would be greatly appreciated.