Thanks for all the reviews and encouragement. Unfortunately, I really have no idea where I'm going with this. ..Well, I may have a few plot bunnies hiding, but they're leading away from the kitchen.

And chocolate, Ronon doesn't have the words to describe chocolate and peanut butter. Besides they are more like a tactile sensation than a taste. Any mistakes are my own; I find it difficult to edit myself. A question for anybody, Does anyone know the rankings for the air force and the navy? I may need a clue for a later story. There is only so much 'winging it' I can do.

I own nothing in the SGA (student government association? My god the military is devious) yadda-yadda-ya.

Expanding Ronon's Vocabulary to Include Nuances and Etc.

1A sharp whistle found Ronon in the hallway where he was trying to hide in. A familiar voice called out, "Hey big guy."

Ronon looked up withholding a sigh. It wasn't his fault that these Earthlings were so much shorter than Setaians. And why did the smaller ones tend to be the most vocal? It's as if they tried to make up in volume and attitude, what they lacked in size. Oh great Jesse. What did she want him to try now? Although she was one of the quieter ones, she was also one of the sneakier ones. And one could never tell which way here mood was going to turn.

"Yes?" He gave his standard monosyllabic reply.

"I'd like you to learn these new words and definitions." She answered just as economically.

"Why?"

"Because you need to expand your vocabulary. Especially when describing food. I refuse to bring Dr. McKay into the conversion table, which he has found out about somehow. He keeps asking for peanut butter now that you've labeled it interesting. If I find out who told him about it, they are s-o-o going to regret it." She looked at him suspiciously.

"My vocabulary is good for conveying what needs to be said."

"I'm sure that you beat your chest good also, but that doesn't help with finding a right balance of food tastes. Each member of the expedition needs to know when I'm pissed at them."

"What? Beat my chest good? What does that mean?"

"It wasn't a meaning, it was an implication. There are subtleties and nuances that you haven't bothered to learn yet. I suggest you find a dictionary and also start studying everyone's tone. Seeing how you have such great hearing and all."

Giving her such a Ronon look, he continued, "Fine. What was the implication?"

"You don't want to know."

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to know."

"Okay, you wouldn't like it."

"Tell me anyway."

"No."

"Why? Do you think that I'll squash you like a little bug?"

"You could try, but after growing up with six older brothers, I've found that the bigger they are, the harder they fall."

"Are you saying that you can beat me?" He asked in disbelief.

"Nope, merely saying that it won't be as easy as you believe."

Inscrutable eyes met inscrutable eyes. "Compromise big guy. You learn these words and use them in descriptions, and I'll tell you what I implied."

"Done."

"Here." she said as she handed him the electronic notepad.

He handed it right back as he said, "I don't read your language."

"Then, how come you speak it?" She snapped annoyed.

"One of the mysteries of the Universe. You'll have to read them to me."

"You're memory is that good for one reading?"

"Better even than my hearing."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked suspiciously.

"You tell me first."

"I don't care that much."

"Neither do I."

"Fine." She stared at him a moment before asking, "S-o-o, still want to learn some vocabulary?"

He gave a snort before saying, "As you say, what is in it for me?" He looked at the disgusted expression she threw him, and continued, "Fine, what are your words?"

Jesse's ears started turn red and she closed her eyes. Her mouth opened a few times and closed again as she thought on something, or maybe she was counting to ten.

"I'm waiting." He said impatiently

Opening her eyes, she looked at him calmly and said, "I'll give you a few words and once you can use them in the proper context, I'll give you more."

"As I hear you say continually, whatever."

Looking at him with a small smile, she began in a sensual tone, never looking away from his eyes, "Succulent, mouthwatering, tasty, delectable, toothsome, moist, hot, scrumptious, spicy, appetizing."

Looking at her wide-eyed, Ronon involuntarily stepped back a step. "Why do I think that you're talking about something else?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about. They're all words to describe food. Of course, most words can be used to describe other...things. It's all in the nuance." So saying, she turned and walked away.

"Wait, what are their meanings?"

She answered over her shoulder with a smirk on her lips that he couldn't see. "Maybe you should ask Colonel Sheppard, or perhaps Dr. McKay." She continued innocently still walking, "Be sure to use the same tone, so that they can grasp the correct nuance and therefore meaning."

"Do you try and be as puzzling as possible?"

"The Cheshire Cat is my hero."

Turning he stalked down the hall, bashing his fist into a wall in frustration. Brow furrowed, he looked for Colonel Sheppard or, much as he disliked, Dr.McKay. Fortunately, Colonel Sheppard was the first he came across. Stepping into the training room that the Colonel and Teyla were using, Ronon demanded, "Who is the Cheshire Cat?"

John looked at him and asked, "Do I even want to know?"

"Jesse."

"Ah, well that actually explains a lot."

Ronon glared and ground out, "She also said to ask you the definitions of the words she told me to learn, and then when I asked her a single question, she said the Cheshire Cat was her hero."

John and Teyla stood by each other and gave Ronon looks that questioned his sanity at that moment. "So, what are the words?" John said to break the weirdness, and then wished he hadn't.

Ronon got shifty eyed, and said grumpily, "She said I had to use the same tone, so that you would grasp the correct 'nuance'."

"O-o-k-a-y. ...So what are they?" John asked thinking privately to himself, that this aught to be good.

Ronon looked even grumpier, then closed his eyes and took a breath to clear his mind. Opening his eyes, he said, "Succulent, mouthwatering, delectable, toothsome, moist, hot, spicy, sweet, appetizing." in almost the same exact sensual tone.

John's eyes got as big as saucers and he quickly jumped behind Teyla before bursting out with laughter.

Glaring at John, Ronon said, "Arghh, the woman makes me long for the days of being hunted by the Wraith. At least then, I knew what to expect. Now she tells me that I must learn new words and listen for nuances to infer different meanings to words. Gahh! Can I shoot her?"

Holding onto Teyla as he laughed, John exclaimed, "No! No shooting allowed, no matter how annoyed she makes you. But I do find it interesting that you should bring up being hunted by the Wraith."

Teyla began to smile as she began to understand the joke.

Ronon demanded in annoyance as he saw her smile, "What! Are you in on laugh at Ronon day also?"

Teyla started to say soothingly, "No-one is laughing at you..."

John raised his hand, "I am."

Teyla gave him a quelling look as she continued, "It is simply the interaction between all males and females, no matter what the species, is ... ironic and entertaining."

Giving an uncomprehending look, Ronon turned and stomped off.

Colonel Sheppard started to walk off also, and Teyla asked in exasperation, "Where are you going now?"

Grinning at her he said, "I've gotta find Jesse. Oooh Ronon's expression and tone almost makes me want to forget about getting her back."

Teyla clicked her tongue and muttered something about testosterone and male egos as she also left the training room.

Ronon in the meanwhile had found Jesse first. She was in her 'mad scientist lab', aka, the kitchen. She was frowning back and forth between a recipe, and the 'local' ingredients she had. There was a doubtful quality in her look. Seeing him enter out of the corner of her eye, she said, "Oh good, Chewie, could you come back in a couple of hours, I might have something new for you to try." Looking up with a teasing smirk, she continued, "And by the way, did Colonel Sheppard give you the definitions you needed?"

"No! He just laughed and suggested that I get the 'proper' definitions from you. And what is it with everyone's preoccupation with my eating habits?" Ronon snapped.

"You know, that is the most I've ever heard you speak." She looked thoughtful before continuing, "Well, you shouldn't have eaten out of that unknown pot. Now, you're never going to live that down."

"Why?" He fell back on terse replies.

"Well, most of these people have never gone hungry, and have never had to search through garbage for their next meal." She answered off-handedly as she returned to frowning at the ingredients. Poking at a piece of what was hopefully fish, it moved. Startled she exclaimed, "Is this still alive?"

"Yes." He answered as he gave her a narrowed gaze before continuing, "Sounds like you have personal experience."

"First, will it die if I boil it? And there are fish here that can live out of water? And second, I don't care to discuss my past at this moment."

"First, I'm sure it will, and it's not a fish, and second, I don't either."

"Well, don't." She said going for the award for economy of words.

"Glad we agree on something."

"You should leave the sarcasm for the experts."

"As you say, I'm a quick study."

"Ah, grasshopper, you get ahead of yourself. Even though you are a big dog, that doesn't mean that you are ready to run with them."

"Now what does that mean?"

"It means what it means."

"You are very annoying!"

"I try." She said modestly.

Pointing at the meat for the night's entrée, he said, "That's a …"

Holding up her hand, she broke in, "I have my eeww face on, and don't want to know what it is. Just come back in a few hours to test it."

Stalking out of the kitchen, he called out "Perhaps."

"Don't make me hunt you down." She just had to have the last words.