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For once Teyla (still obviously pregnant) is glad she hasn't been as active on the team lately. She has absolutely no desire to join John and Rodney on their diplomatic mission. (Nor to watch them falling all over themselves to win the attention of the planet's two princesses.)

She'd much rather be where she is, sipping tea by the fire in Milliways.

tiny!tag: Teyla Emmagan

[ooc: Open 'til it scrolls off.]

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The two men who are also sitting by the fire may change that. They're Those Two Bad Guys--you know, the little sneak and the big thug--and they're talking about murder and torture as if they were normal topics of conversation.

This may be due to the fact that they are normal topics, for Messrs. Croup and Vandemar.

Teyla has never been fond of Bad Guys of any description. But she understands that the no violence rule extends even to them, so she doesn't let herself have any visible reaction to their conversation except, perhaps, to curl an arm tighter around her pregnant belly.

This causes them to look up.

"Oh, hello," says the smaller, foxlike one. "I do apologize if we startled you."

"You do?" the wolfish thug asks him.

"Well, not really. But it's the polite thing to say, right?" He smiles what he fondly imagines to be a friendly smile. It isn't. "My name is Mr. Croup, and this is Mr. Vandemar. What's your name?"

"I am Teyla Emmagan," she says warily. "And you did not startle me."

"Oh, good." He smiles wider, like a snake eating a crescent roll. "Teyla, eh? That's an unusual name. Where are you from, Teyla?"

"My home world is called Athos. And where are you from?"

"London Below, currently. We travel a lot, and we've been around for a exceedingly long time, so it's hard to be more accurate than that."

Vandemar is eyeing the wait-rats. "I'm hungry, Mr. Croup."

"You're always hungry, Mr. Vandemar. I'll spot you lunch later, okay?"

"'Kay."

"London," Teyla says. "That is on Earth, is it not?"

"Yes. Earth."

Teyla nods. "It can be an important distinction to make here."

"Looks like it."

She nods again and sips her tea.

They smile at her and return to their disturbing conversation.

"Been too long since we saw anyone drawn and quartered."

"Yes, we'll have to do that sometime soon, won't we?"

"Need to get more thumbscrews, too . . ."

"hello," said a happy "boy" standing near her.

"Hello," Teyla says, giving him a friendly smile.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"At the moment I am merely enjoying a cup of tea." She holds up her glass in illustration.

"What kind of tea is it?" asked Tass, if he were a cat now he would have his nose up there sniffing the tea. ALas, he did not.

"I believe this is made with...lotus flowers? Bar periodically surprises me with new blends."

The Kender moved closer to look at the tea.

"It smells good," he said finally.

"It is quite satisfactory," Teyla says, smiling. "Would you like some? I'm sure Bar would provide me with another cup."

"Yes," said the Kender with a huge smile.

Teyla nods and catches the attention of a nearby waitrat, asking for another tea.

Turning back to the boy, she says, "I am Teyla Emmagan."

"I'm Tasselhoff Burrfoot from Kendermore," he said, "We have three moons and the land is called Kryn."

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