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Sheppard is no stranger to fleeing engaging in a strategic retreat, particularly when it comes to first contact meetings gone awry. Some days, they happen with alarming frequency.

Judging from the way he comes bolting into the bar, today is one of those days.

He skids to a halt, blinking as he realizes he's quite literally out of the woods-then turns to see where the rest of the team is. Unfortunately, they're not behind him-and neither is the door. There's only one response in this sort of situation, really.

"Dammit!"

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"Oyah."

Wes grins and nods.

"Milkshakes. Specifically, Oreo milkshakes. I'd say Bar makes the best, but I've never had any others ... but that doesn't mean they aren't still the best thing in any galaxy ever. Perfect for not stressing about missions."

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Sheppard chuckles a bit. "If you ask me, the best thing in the galaxy ever...okay, that would be finding a whole planet full of working ZPMs nobody's using or a weapon to get rid of the Wraith with, but as far as food...a turkey sandwich. Just turkey, some tomato and lettuce, maybe something else thrown on. After eating the cafeteria food for awhile, one of those is great."