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Study Hall -- Thursday, November 10th

At the front desk, Sarah is teaching the puppies to attack a tiny toy robot. Most of them are gnawing cutely at it.

Due to the fond looks everybody has been casting at the corner of the room, she's brought the pool table back.

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Parker smirks at him without raising her head. "You devalue the dollar, Crichton. What are you up to?" She frowns at Sam. "And why is there pumpkin on your shoulder?"

"Nothing much. Hanging out in study hall, counting down the hours till the weekend, planning the weekend. Why're you so damn tired?"

"Bunnies are not nocturnal, except when they're in a new place." Parker tilts her head and yawns. "Bet you didn't know that."

"I did not." John is attempting not to laugh. He finally fails and does laugh. "You got a bunny? Why?!"

"Because Zero thinks she's sneaky." Parker grins. "And she knew I liked bunnies. So now, I have Esmerelda, who is not Logan Echolls, and who is currently surrounded by all the furniture I have in my second room. I'm getting her a play pen and some toys tonight." She yawns. "I already got Skywalker to sing Bunny Foo Foo to her. For that alone, I owe Zero a *really* good Christmas present."

"I never saw you as a mother, Parkie," John grins and laughs.

Parker's eyes widened in horror. "Bite your tongue right off, John Crichton." She made a face. "At least it's better than naming sea monkeys. What were you thinking?"

John made a face right back. "How'd you find out about that? And I named them for Aeryn!"

"I talked to Sun last night. Speaking of someone with few maternal instincts. Sea monkeys are a science project, not pets."

"She asked me to name them. It's her first pet type thing. I'm thinking of getting her something bigger, actually."

Parker rested her chin on her fist, looking speculative. "Like what? A gerbil? Hamster? Anything would be better, really." She rolled her eyes. "And make it something you don't have to bribe Faithful not to eat."

John shrugs. "Dunno. Something small that she could learn to care for fairly quickly but something she can physically hold. Hamsters and gerbils are good. Ferret might be too much for her."

"Mice or rats would be asking for trouble." Parker cocked her head. "A mongoose or a ferret would really suit her, though." She snickered. "Plus? I can see her training one to attack tiny robots, like the puppies over there."

"Really? You think a ferret would work?" John taps his chin for a moment. "I don't want her to get mad at me if she doesn't really want a pet though..."

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Sam twisted her head around, trying to see the back of her shoulder. "Pumpkin flinging in shop class. Get it off me, please?"

Parker flicked it off with one long fingernail, then critically examined Sam and shrugged. "I don't see anything else. Although that shirt's a dead loss. Pumpkin flinging?"

"Thanks," she said, shooting Crichton a dirty look. "Someone was going to let me walk around wearing pumpkin goo all afternoon. And the shirt's Jack's, so I was counting it as a loss anyway."

"We had to build a contraption out of stuff we found in the junkyard, then see whose machine flung the pumpkin the furthest and most accurately."

Parker chuckled. "Glad it's Jack's and not yours. How is he doing, by the way? And whose machine won?"

"I thought ahead," Sam replied. "I don't know how he's doing--I haven't made it into the clinic in a couple of days because I've been too busy trying to catch up on Independent Study work I should have been doing all along."

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, grimacing as it got stuck in a little bit of dried pumpkin. "And he's not back and I haven't gotten the traditional 'please get him out of the clinic before we kill him' phone call. I don't know what to think."

~~"I can't tell you who won because we haven't finished playing that scene out yet."~~

Parker looked sympathetic, then smirky. "We could go pay him a visit. Again. Just to let him know we care," she added as innocently as possible.

~~"Ah. I'll root for yours from the sidelines. Possible run a book on it."~~

"And maybe I'll go buy those body paints, show him what he has to look forward to," she said slyly.

"We could," Sam grinned. "You might want to wear your galoshes, though."

~~"Put me in for ten."~~

She blushed and immediately looked around for Hammond out of habit. "Maybe that wouldn't be a bad idea. Especially if it helps him to get better faster."

Parker grinned. "Later tonight, then. After I get the paints. Mocha, right? Any other flavors that 'someone' would appreciate?"

"Mocha...and anything but bubblegum."

Snickering, Parker nodded. "Well, yeah, wouldn't want O'Neill to have *that* reaction again, would we. Don't worry, I'll get a selection."

"No, we really wouldn't. Especially...well, you know." She smiled, still blushing, and was unable to believe she was having this conversation in public, without fear of repercussion.

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