Very little could tear Dr. Rodney McKay from his plate at that very moment. Having piled everything onto the plate, he found a spot at the table, not really caring exactly /where/ he sat before the food shoveling began. One bite, two, three, wash it down with a swallow of coffee and repeat. One would think he hadn't eaten for days.
"Pirate?" Not slowing down a bit, so that's spoken with no little food in his mouth, Rodney made a noise while holding up a finger, before grabbing at his coffee once more. Having once more swallowed a goodly amount, his expression turned long-suffering, and an exhale was given that could be considered on the dramatic side. Someone else to either watch out for, or keep an eye on, and he was betting on the latter rather than former.
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[McKay] Can't talk. Eating. (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-24 04:39 pm (UTC)Eggs.
Coffee.
Very little could tear Dr. Rodney McKay from his plate at that very moment. Having piled everything onto the plate, he found a spot at the table, not really caring exactly /where/ he sat before the food shoveling began. One bite, two, three, wash it down with a swallow of coffee and repeat. One would think he hadn't eaten for days.
"Pirate?" Not slowing down a bit, so that's spoken with no little food in his mouth, Rodney made a noise while holding up a finger, before grabbing at his coffee once more. Having once more swallowed a goodly amount, his expression turned long-suffering, and an exhale was given that could be considered on the dramatic side. Someone else to either watch out for, or keep an eye on, and he was betting on the latter rather than former.
"Mmmmm... could you pass the toast?"