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Sam had a hut. It seemed to Sam a very strange thing to be happy about. Compared to his place in Georgetown, this was a few rungs down the home-owning ladder, definitely. Island standards taken into consideration and it wasn't half bad. He even had some furniture, mostly because the woman in charge of the building crew had taken pity on him and

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"Teyla," Donna corrected. She didn't know the woman, but she had the advantage of several weeks on Sam and she'd heard Teyla speak during the Elections. "And you better believe she's serious, buddy boy. Things are different here. There are people from... from the same era as the Crusades and people from flat worlds."

She still hadn't figured out yet which of those two things was stranger than the other. That said, what Sam had passed to her was good -- just the thing for a hutwarming party.

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"Flat worlds?" That earned another eyebrow raise, though somehow he felt less secure scoffing at that in this place. Every time he'd been incredulous he'd had his view upended. Sam was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, he was out of his league.

"Did I tell you about this truth-spell thing that was going around the other day?" It seemed safer to him to change the topic to something more... Well it was hardly more reasonable, truth spells and the like. Sam moved a bench outside, settling on it. "Ainsley got caught up in it. Let me tell you, there are things no man needs to know about his friends."

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Since Sam seem prepared to move on, Donna wasn't going to push it. She wasn't entirely clear on the details anyway, so letting it go was wisest.

Besides, she was curious about this truth-telling thing. "Okay, but I'm not a man," she said, turning toward him with a wry smile as she settled onto the bench beside him. "It's an important distinction. I heard it was happening again but not that Ainsley was involved. What happened?"

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"You are definitely not a man," Sam lifted his cup to hers with a smile. It was something that Josh hadn't quite grasped yet, and Sam wondered if his friend could use a nudge in that direction. "Unless there's something you aren't telling us and that the FBI background check didn't turn up?"

He realised too late that Donna probably didn't want to hear about Josh and Ainsley's now defunct relationship, grateful for the footsteps that meant someone was going to come to their hutwarming and save him from, well, himself.