A/N: Second in the Stargate Drabble series over on tumblr. The prompt word was Flower.
Rise
"Your mother is teaching me how to make pies!" Vala claps her hands, then clasps them together, she's sitting on the counter right where his momma spread out flour to knead the dough.
While the pie bakes, his momma wipes flour off Vala's cheek before sending her to wash up.
"She has such a good disposition for someone who's had such an awful life."
He scoops up the extra flour, now complete with an imprint of Vala's jeans. "She tell you that?"
"No." His momma pulls her lips tight and tosses the towel over a shoulder. "She didn't need to."