"Aha!"

Chuck looked up from the small puddle of tea he was hastily wiping off the Ancient console to see a very satisfied Czech walking towards him.

"I knew you would spill! 'We're very careful,' you said. 'We're not the problem here,' you said. So what is this?"

Radek was gesturing towards the now pristine console where Chuck had just finished cleaning up his spill.

"It was nothing, Dr. Zelenka. Just a few drops. I cleaned it right up. It didn't get into any of the components." He smiled up at the engineer, trying his best to soothe the man's rumpled feathers with a charming smile. "We are very careful."

"Oh yes, very careful. I can see that." Radek swung his arms around to indicate the cups of not-quite-coffee that decorated each station in the control room. "The next time you have problem with your console, Dr. Campbell, I will not be the one to help you, I assure you."

Chuck gently snagged one of Radek's wrists mid-swing before it knocked over his own mug of tea.

"Relax, Dr. Z. I haven't had any problems with her since you so adeptly fixed her the last time."

"Hmph." Radek crossed his arms, determined not to be taken in by the soothing words of the technician.

Chuck smiled again and picked up his mug before steering Radek away from the console. "Tell you what, Dr. Z. How 'bout I make it up to you, eh?"

"Oh yes? How do you intend to do that?" Radek's words were irritated, but his tone was mildly amused as he allowed the Canadian to lead him out of the control room.

"Well, it just so happens that I have a secret stash I might be willing to share with you."

Radek tilted his head slightly to show his interest. "A stash of what, exactly?"

"Oh, a little whisky, a couple more bottles of beer, and a copy of every match played in the 2002 Olympics."

Radek stopped walking and raised one eyebrow at the young technician. "Which event?"

"Hockey, of course."

"Hm...perhaps I could be convinced."

Chuck grasped his elbow and steered him down the corridor. "Not quite the answer I was hoping for, Dr. Z. But it'll do."

"I'm glad it meets your approval, Dr. Campbell."

Chuck's charming smile was now a bona fide grin. "It's Chuck, actually."

Radek's grin rivaled the Canadian's as he replied, "Chuck? You must call me Radek."

Chuck turned and winked at him before heading off towards the living quarters at a brisk pace, calling over his shoulder, "I kind of like Dr. Z."