Actually, the beans weren't all that bad. A little caffeine rush, a little harsher than what he had at home, but all in all, not that bad. Couple that with the fact that one takes what one can get, and they are coffee beans after a sort? One makes coffee.
McKay returned quickly, tossing a handful of beans into the makeshift mortar and pestle gotten from the Doctor, and after sitting down, began the hand process of grinding them. He glanced around at the small groupings, following Jon's line of sight. The astrophysicist had nothing in common, really, with any of them. The Doctor, sure. His companion, the cute blonde? She was nice, didn't seem to mind him much. And the pair had no chips on their shoulders, at least in regards to him.
Daniel, well... Dr. Jackson seemed more lost than McKay'd ever noticed in the mission reports. Probably wasn't easy keeping this 'group' together and focused. And Rodney had problems focusing? Ha.
The grinding was quickly finished, and into the pot to be put over the fire. Rodney shifted the wood a little, more poking, trying not to get burnt in the process, settling the pot down before blowing on his hand and waving it wildly for a second or two. "Hot-hot-hot..."
"So, ah, you tell me. Think Carter'll figure it out?"
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[McKay] Whodunnit (tag Jon, Daniel, open)
Date: 2006-05-15 11:01 pm (UTC)McKay returned quickly, tossing a handful of beans into the makeshift mortar and pestle gotten from the Doctor, and after sitting down, began the hand process of grinding them. He glanced around at the small groupings, following Jon's line of sight. The astrophysicist had nothing in common, really, with any of them. The Doctor, sure. His companion, the cute blonde? She was nice, didn't seem to mind him much. And the pair had no chips on their shoulders, at least in regards to him.
Daniel, well... Dr. Jackson seemed more lost than McKay'd ever noticed in the mission reports. Probably wasn't easy keeping this 'group' together and focused. And Rodney had problems focusing? Ha.
The grinding was quickly finished, and into the pot to be put over the fire. Rodney shifted the wood a little, more poking, trying not to get burnt in the process, settling the pot down before blowing on his hand and waving it wildly for a second or two. "Hot-hot-hot..."
"So, ah, you tell me. Think Carter'll figure it out?"