"Were we not scheduled to spar?"
"Yes, but first," says John, pulling Teyla onto the couch beside him, "this is a classic."
Parry! Dodge! Spin! Ha - THRUST! Teyla flinches as the creature smacks its own bill. But by the time the Friar uses a dowel against the quarterstaff, unceremoniously dropping Robin, she can't help but laugh. John grins as if she's gifted him with five pounds of his precious coffee.
The cartoon ends and he's on his feet, smiling and extending a hand. "Time to play?"
When they spar, she's nearly flawless. But his boyish charm? Leaves her defenseless.