Teal'c's Quarters, 1630 Hours
Teal'c lifted himself from his cross-legged position on the floor and stood smoothly, his session of Kel'no'reem leaving him feeling much refreshed. It had been an eventful day, but once again he had prevailed in this yearly test of wits. Dr. Frasier had been most appreciative of the chocolate cake he had procured for her. The commissary staff less so, however he had easily overridden their feeble protests. It was not his concern if this was the last chocolate cake – indeed the last cake of any kind - left on the base. It was no less a reward than Dr. Frasier deserved, for her efforts in helping him gain retribution.
Taking a breath he blew gently, extinguishing the first of many candles. Turning to the next candle in line, a flicker of brightness caught his attention. Turning back, his eyes widened in astonishment. The candle he had blown out mere seconds before, had mysteriously re-lit itself. Frowning, he blew it out again.
After a few seconds, it popped back into life again. This was not normal behaviour. He blew harder, spattering wax across the wooden surface on which the candle-holder stood. The flame went out…then came back. Teal'c took a deep breath and blew it out as vigorously as he could, sustaining the breath for as long as possible. The flame didn't stand a chance against such an attack and was immediately snuffed out. Eventually Teal'c ran out of air and had to breathe in.
The flame popped back into existence. Teal'c growled in frustration. Then blew once more.
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