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July 2007
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Dr James Liddell [userpic]

Jonathan is, at this very moment in time space and what have you, sitting in his office and typing at the computer. While he is doing this, of course, he is letting Gilly meander around the officer. What? It's not like there's stray fear gas cannisters about or anything.


"I'm sure they will. Soon, I hope."

"If not, oh well. I'll be back." He always is.

"And I'll be on Atlantis before the end of the week." He usually is.

"Good. Your paperwork's piling up."

"Is it!" He is surprised.

"Just a little."

"Well. I'll have to get back sooner." Or something.

"Or stop filling out your paperwork."

"Well, if I stop doing the paperwork, people will go crazy." er. Crazier.

"We're not already?"

"Heightmeyer's around."

And Jonathan laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaughs.

Because he thinks she's pretty useless sometimes. >_>

John just blinks.

"...I think we missed the joke, baby," he tells Gilly.

"She's...mm." Yes. Those are words!

"at any rate.."

John turns the baby upside down, letting her flail and squeel at him happily. "How many days a week is Pepik wearing clothes now?"

"Four. At least?"

"You might have him trained by September yet."

"Hopefully there won't be much regression."

"He'll be fine."

"Good!" He grins again.

John grins back, again, and sets Gilly on the floor when she starts trying to squirm away from him.

"Seen the other kids yet?"