"Cooking," said Rodney. "Can you chop peppers or are you purely decorative?"
"I can chop," conceded Sheppard, taking the bag of yellow and orange peppers that Rodney thrust his way. "Why am I chopping?"
"Chili," said Rodney. "My specialty. Our lunch."
"Aren't you a big important corporate…" Sheppard circled his index finger in the air vaguely. "Something? CEO or CFO or -- or Bill Gates or Steve Jobs?"
"Yes," agreed Rodney, "only far less vulgar than either of those buffoons. Which is why I can spend a morning cooking chili and still earn half a million dollars in the process. Chop."
Only Rodney McKay could try to seduce someone with the culinary equivalent of a sledge hammer...and actually have it sort of work *G*. The mood lighting with the cintronilla candles and Rodney's confidence in his verbal seduction abilities...
Well, I hurt myself laughing, but it was worth it *G*.
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"I can chop," conceded Sheppard, taking the bag of yellow and orange peppers that Rodney thrust his way. "Why am I chopping?"
"Chili," said Rodney. "My specialty. Our lunch."
"Aren't you a big important corporate…" Sheppard circled his index finger in the air vaguely. "Something? CEO or CFO or -- or Bill Gates or Steve Jobs?"
"Yes," agreed Rodney, "only far less vulgar than either of those buffoons. Which is why I can spend a morning cooking chili and still earn half a million dollars in the process. Chop."
Only Rodney McKay could try to seduce someone with the culinary equivalent of a sledge hammer...and actually have it sort of work *G*. The mood lighting with the cintronilla candles and Rodney's confidence in his verbal seduction abilities...
Well, I hurt myself laughing, but it was worth it *G*.