Still don't own 'em.
"Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental" stated Martouf starting at the ridiculous outfit that Sam was wearing.
"Oh come on Martouf, can you really stand there and tell me that you don't think this is cute."
"Umm…do you want me to answer that truthful?" Sam threw him a dirty look and disappeared back into the depths of her closet. Five minutes later she reemerged wearing, was it possible, and even more hideous outfit.
"Ok what about this one?"
Martouf closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "No." She disappeared again. He sat down on the bed in the small room. This was going to be a long day.
"This one?"
"Sam, I don't think that Anise would even wear that!"
Three dirty looks and twenty minuets later Sam emerged wearing something that Martouf actually thought was, in Sam's words, cute.
"Yeah, I like that one. Can we please go now? We are going to be late."
"Sure just let me get my watch. Martouf! Why didn't you tell me that it was 9 o'clock? We've missed the party!" There it was another dirty look. It had to be some kind of record. "Oh well there's always tomorrow's party. I'll have to find something else to wear though. " She disappeared into the closet again as Martouf disappeared silently out the door.
