Well, straciatella pudding is a rather slimy mass consisting of milk and cream with many little chocolate crumbs in it.
Last time I just ate too much of it again and my stomach wasn't really happy about that...
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Carson paced from his office to the main room and back, until he came to a stop, looking down on Rodney who had been babbling quietly in his sleep, just like a little baby, and had now turned over to snore, sawing the whole infirmary to pieces.
Grimacing the Scotsman ran back towards his office and waited for Sheppard to return. The major was obviously taking his time letting him sit this one out on his own, left alone with this bloody little Canadian noise pollution whose snoring seemed to increase with every passing second.
About ten minutes later, as Carson had already started to work on a vendetta for his annoying lateness, Sheppard finally showed up, merrily bouncing from one foot to another.
"Whoa, you'd better get yourself some earplugs before you turn deaf ", he exclaimed looking at Rodney.
The sleeping physicist seemed to subconsciously take the hint, since the next moment he rolled over in the middle of a chainsaw-like snore, babbled something that sounded like piss off, then finally stuck his right thumb into his mouth and began to suck it.
"So cute", Shep whispered maliciously, "I wished I'd brought my digicam."
Carson groaned at his playfulness, he had enough trouble with one kid right now, "Major, what kept you for so long?" he inquired in a sort of unnerved tone, "I suppose found out something interesting?"
"Nope", he shrugged, "just had to move some loose tiles to find out that my bourbon reserve is still completely intact, for Rodney's ass's sake."
Beckett's eyes rolled skyward, "All right, that's something at least. Thank you, Major."
"Anything else you want me to do?" John questioned almost eagerly.
"No, thanks", the Scotsman replied, "we'll be fine."
Sheppard turned away, "Aw-key, I'll go take a little nap, then. If little Rod bitches around, don't hesitate to call. G'night."
"Good night", Carson was already hoping to get some peace himself now that Rodney was fast asleep and the major was on his way out...
But no, of course Sheppard let his own mischief get the better of him once again: He passed Rodney and stabbed his index finger right into his stomach.
Beckett flinched bracing for the deafening wail that would soon hit his helpless ears. And of course it came, only seconds later:
"Caaarson!"
John's head appeared around the corner once again, "Okay you two, have fun", he chuckled, quickly ducking away as a spandex glove came flying into his direction.
Fun? Carson huffed inwardly, this was going to be a bloody long night...
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AN: Another shorty here, conclusion to follow soon. Thanks for your attention so far.
Regards, Baalsgirl