"John!" Rodney shyly shouted in a way only Rodney can – with body language and tone telling two completely different things. "I got you a pudding cup!" He scampered up to the corner table where Ronon and John had been having a quiet lunch.
John, his eyebrows raised in clear surprise, smartly commented, "What?"
"Oh, uh," Rodney shifted, "You do like chocolate, don't you?"
"Yeah! Yeah," John hurriedly assured, not wanting to let this once in a life time opportunity to swish by. "I'm just surprised; you're not exactly the sharing type."
"Oh, well, right, but this is for you." He smiled broadly.
John cut back a nasty comment about unnecessary repetition and gratefully took the cup. "Thanks." Rodney kept smiling and staring at him. "So, anyway," he turned to Ronon, "Is that blue stuff any good?"
Ronon grunted in a semi-pleased fashion, and John turned to Rodney, waiting for the obligatory remark about the caveman eating anything. When it didn't come – and god, would he stop staring – John did the only thing he could, "You hungry, buddy?"
