Chapter 3
Something's still wrong...
But so far the strange people have not lied to them. Their village, which was made of a circle of tents around a small triangle building, was indeed only a few paces away, and in that center building was a feast. A feast of immense proportions. John considered it could feed all of Atlantis up to three helpings. There were steaks, beers, hotdogs, sausages, turkey sandwiches... Dyros and his men left them alone, stating they had already eaten their fill.
"Alright! Crawfish!" Rodney yelped as he dished some onto his plate.
John's eyes scanned the table...there were no crawfish.
"Ford, what are you planning on eating?"
"Tacos and some ravioli, some rice-"
To John's eyes, nonesuch things were on that table.
"No one eat a thing," he whispered coarsely, "do not even touch the water-or beer."
"Dang, not even the Hawaiian Punch?"
"Ford."
"Yes sir."
To John's eyes there was no Hawaiian punch.
His glance met Tayla's.
"I do not see punches or this taco thing he speaks of. There is fruit."
"Ok...Mess food around on your plates, make it look like you've eaten something so that we won't appear rude."
"But I'm hungry, a taste, just to see..."
"McKay."
McKay answered with a silent glare, but it was lost on Sheppard who was still eyeing the steak slathered in A1 sauce and oozing pink. Noticing the military man wasn't watching, McKay slipped a food item, to him it was a wrapped chocolate bar, and stuffed it in his pocket.