Thanks so much for the reviews and encouragement. I just hope that this lives up to the first's standards.

The taste tests continue with chocolate in the mix.

"So, what do you like better, the chocolate or the peanut butter?" Jesse asked him seriously. "Enquiring minds want to know."

"One has to be better than the other?"

"No, but most people have a preference." Rodney said without looking up from his laptop where he and John were playing a game.

"This 'peanut butter' has an interesting texture. It this what you call 'sticky'?" Ronon asked over Colonel Sheppard's snicker.

Jesse threw him an irritated look as she said to Ronon, "I would have said ooey-gooey yummy myself, but hey, everyone is different."

"Ooeygooeyyummi is a word?"

"Yup, and supercalifragilisticexpialidocious is also one. ..Bet you can't say that five times fast." Jesse continued with a straight face.

"Supercalimarioceanus?.. You're making that up."

"No I'm not. It's even in a song."

"Prove it. Sing it for me." Ronon said before taking another bite.

"Uh, no."

Rodney snorted and said snidely, "Why don't you teach him dirty limericks while you're at it?"

"Because it wouldn't be as funny as teaching Teyla dirty limericks. And if you take that tone of voice with me again, you're going to be eating that 'interesting' Athosian fish dish for the rest of your Atlantean stay."

That brought Dr. McKay's head up as he indignantly asked, "What! Why does John get preferential treatment and I don't even get any respect?"

"He outranks me, and you don't." Jesse said bluntly.

Rodney's mouth snapped shut, and he started huffing.

"I wouldn't piss her off Rodney." Colonel Sheppard warned.

Swallowing the last of his sandwich, Ronon continued, "Why won't you sing for me?"

"Yeah why not?" Rodney asked just to be infantile.

"First, it is considered cruel and unusual punishment to torture people with my singing voice…"

"As if her talking voice is any better." Rodney muttered to John.

"…And second, I don't remember any of the words besides supercalifragilisticexpialidocious."

"Fine, I will believe you till proven different." Ronon grunted. "Can I have another chocolate chip and peanut butter sandwich? It's edible."

Jesse hung her head and sighed as Colonel Sheppard and Flip began to laugh. Looking up at them, she said, "I told ya'll the conversion table is a work in progress." Turning to Ronon, she said with as much dignity as she could muster, "And you can't have another chocolate chip sandwich because the Colonel made me use the rest of the chocolate chips in his cookies."

"Chocolate cookies are good?" Ronon asked, still not understanding the avarice that chocolate roused in his new comrades.

"Yep, but only with ice cold milk…Or ice cold chocolate milk. Neither of which we have. All we have is soy milk, and powdered milk." She waited to see if anyone had heard her statement. When no one responded, she continued, "Would you like a peanut butter and pineapple sandwich instead?"

"Is it as good as chocolate chip and peanut butter?"

"Better, but you have to use pineapple rings instead of pineapple chunks because the chunks just fall off. And you have to put peanut butter on both pieces of bread or the pineapple juice will make the bread soggy."

"Peanut butter and pineapple is the best?"

"No, peanut butter and banana is the best, but we don't have any bananas here in Atlantis." Rummaging around for the can opener, she continued, "I also have creamy peanut butter if you want to try that instead of crunchy. I only used the crunchy because I find that it contrasts better with the chocolate chips." Glancing at the time, she walked over to the oven to check on the cookies. "Colonel Sheppard, you might want to call some of your men to guard the doors."

"Why?" He looked up frowning from where he and Dr.McKay were competing on the laptop.

"Well, there isn't enough cookies for everyone in Atlantis."

Pulling out his radio, he called out in a clipped no nonsense voice, "Stackworth. Allen. Kitchen A.S.A.P." Then he added, "Bring Teyla also." Looking up at Jesse with a smile he continued in a much more cheerful voice. "Good call. Don't want to share my cookies with everyone around here."

"Yes, well, I just don't want Kavanaugh to know. I don't want him to think that he can come in here and request anything for himself, because he won't get it. … Unless it's arsenic cookies. That I can accommodate."

At that Stackworth and Allen came running in. "What is it Colonel? What's the emergency?" They asked breathless, P-90s out and ready.

"Yes John, Are there more of the spider creatures here?" Teyla's voice added to their concern.

"What! No! What makes you say that?" John asked jumping in alarm.

"You're voice sounded funny, and you didn't say what the emergency was." Sgt Stackworth said.

"Well, there is no emergency. I just wanted someone to guard the doors because the cook made me…"

"Made us!" Rodney broke in, not looking up from the laptop.

"…Fine, made us some chocolate chip cookies, and there isn't enough for everyone."

Dr. Beckett pushed open the kitchen doors with a med kit in hand, "Has the kitchen staff finally managed to poison Kavanaugh?"

Jesse gave everyone a disgruntled look, before announcing, "Damnit! My kitchen is not Grand Central Station!"

Teyla and Ronon gave her blank looks, and then gave each other a look, which said that 'these earthlings are so strange'. At least they looked at each other until Jesse opened the oven and the smell of fresh baked cookies wafted out.

Dr.Beckett sniffed the air before asking happily, "Is that chocolate cookies I smell?" and walked towards the oven as if there was nowhere else to go. Teyla and Ronon started to look slightly apprehensive, as everyone seemed to be mesmerized by the smell.

Teyla said in a whisper to Ronon, "Do you think that it is a drug similar to the Wraith enzyme?"

Ronon sniffed the air and announced, "These 'chocolate chip cookies' smell…interesting."

Jesse got an insulted look on her face as Colonel Sheppard and Flip burst out laughing again. Pointing a spatula at them she announced, "I am not going to make this for Dr.McKay again, no matter how many times Chewbacca calls it interesting. He has got to broaden his vocabulary. Especially when describing food." She waved the spatula in Ronon's face before saying, "And you! Fresh baked chocolate chip cookies are more than 'interesting'. They are one step short of Nirvana."

"Aye, what she said lad. Chocolate is manna from whatever gods you revere."

"Very politically correct of you Doc. Glad you agree with me….But you still don't get first cookie."

"Yeah, I got dibs." Colonel Sheppard announced with a sly grin.

"I'll remember that both of you, and be sure to pull out the biggest needle I can find the next time either of you visit the infirmary."

"Oh shut up. I'm going to share. Now everyone dig in before anyone else shows up." Colonel Sheppard said good humoredly. "And by the way, what is it with you and threatening everyone with large needles?"

"Finally!" Rodney said as he put the laptop away.

Everyone grabbed a few each, except for Teyla and Ronon who only took one apiece. They gingerly took small bites. Teyla's expression became both surprised and pleased at the same time, while Ronon's never changed. He did reach out and grab more cookies from the rapidly dwindling pile though.

"John, is there an emergency I need to know about? Stackworth and Allen came running by my office…" Dr.Weir's voice preceded her into the kitchen where it trailed off. "….You have chocolate chip cookies that you weren't going to share?" She asked accusingly.

Colonel Sheppard's and Dr.McKay's expressions were guilty as charged.

Dr.Beckett spoke up hastily, "I came here myself thinking that the kitchen staff had succeeded in poisoning Dr. Kavanaugh finally, and discovered that they had cookies instead."

Ronon replied with nary a guilty thought in his head, "I came because Jesse offered me something called a chocolate chip and peanut butter sandwich."

Trying to look sweet and innocent at the same time, Jesse said, "Dr. Weir, when Colonel Sheppard discovered that I was 'conserving' the chocolate chips, he ordered me to use all of them to make him some chocolate chip cookies." And with that finally word, she hung the Colonel out to dry. Along with bluntness and sarcastic, spiteful was often used to describe her.

"Traitor!" came from Colonel Sheppard.

"Really, I thought it was more like he blackmailed you with words like insubordination, treason, mutiny and the brig." Rodney said before continuing, "So what else are you 'conserving'? Enquiring minds want to know."

Jesse merely gave him a look that rivaled Ronon's for inscrutability and said, "What ever do you mean Dr. McKay? A.K.A Dr. Almost-As-Bad-As-Ronon-About-Putting-Anything-And-Everything-In-Your-Mouth. Is there something in particular that you think that I am 'conserving' from you?"

The rest of the Atlantean teams eyebrows all rose in astonishment, and Colonel Sheppard said, "Wow…I told you not to piss her off. Carson, remind me not to eat with Rodney anytime soon."

"Aye, I think I'll be dining away from him also. I hope you have a large supply of power bars Rodney." Dr. Beckett replied.

Teyla tugged on Ronon's arm, "I believe that it is time for us to go."

"Why? There are still cookies here."

"You've had enough, and I believe that we have a training session to attend."

Dr. McKay in the meantime held his hands up after grabbing a few more cookies. "You've won this round, I'm leaving now. I think I'll go by Dr. Zelenka's office and share my cookies with him, and rub Dr. Kavanaugh's face in the fact that he missed out. John, bring my laptop to my office." Rodney said backing out of the kitchen slowly. The rest of the group followed at their own pace.

Dr. Weir grabbed the last of the cookies and walked over to the refrigerator to open it. "Where is the milk?"

"There isn't any."

Elizabeth froze for a moment before asking calmly, "Why isn't there any milk?"

"Why do you think I was 'conserving' the chocolate chips? There is only soymilk and powdered milk. Proving that contrary to popular belief, there is a method to my madness."

Closing her eyes, Dr. Weir said mournfully, "Then I'll have soymilk please."

Jesse pulled a container out of the back of the refrigerator and handed it to Dr. Weir before saying, "I have some chocolate syrup that might make it better."

Dr. Weir gave her a smile and replied, "Chocolate makes everything better."

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Any and all mistakes I blame on the fact that I have no beta. And also on the fact that I shouldn't write during my lunch break. Thank so much for the kind reviews. I think the taste tests are halted for the moment. But I saw a curse jar in a bar, and thought of another idea, which I am working feverishly on. Feverish in a good way, not one where I'd have to see a doctor with needles. shiver/shudder