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[ata_beckett]

The moment Carson had gotten the idea, he'd known it was a good one. He hadn't been fishing in quite a while, and with the change in the weather, it seemed like a good time to try ice fishing

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[t_emmagen]

"Fishing through the ice?" Teyla was speaking to John in the clearing outside of their huts, "Is this another thing that Carson's people..." Teyla caught the frantic eye motions John was making and stopped speaking, turning to smile at Carson.

'Carson. I believe you are taking us fishing?"

[flyboy_shepp]

"Ice fishing," John corrected, his smile matching Teyla's. He'd learned that much from her, at least; if there were any kind of diplomatic olympics, Teyla was pretty much a shoe-in for the gold. "Need help with anything?"

[ata_beckett]

He'd already gathered most everything they'd need in a large backpack-- one of the ones he'd had with him when he arrived, actually. "Aye," He said, reaching down to pick up the poles and hand them to Colonel Sheppard. "How about the poles? And...I suppose we'll all need something to sit on."

Frostbite was one thing, but frostbite on your rear end was a completely different, and far more uncomfortable experience.

[t_emmagen]

Teyla thought of the small wooden stools Daniel had made her, nodding, "I believe I have something we can use." She did give Carson a look to ascertain that he was serious, and this was not some sort of bizarre ritual he was dragging them on to amuse himself. She decided that was impossible. It would be John who would do that sort of thing. "Is there anything else?"