Rogue stuck to her plan of giving the wraith most of the tasks that required a good deal of effort, from chopping to mixing, and just lifting the pans. Her arm had lost all numbness by the end of the meal and it was much easier to move her shoulder, but she could still feel the bruise forming from where she'd hit the floor. It was nothing compared to cracked ribs, at least.

It was almost disappointing that the reaction to their new status was so minimal, but she supposed that was the wraith way. She was grateful that it also seemed to be the wraith way to not be disgusted by a human and wraith being intimate, as she was sure that would have been the case with the Atlantis bunch, let alone other humans in Pegasus.

When the cleanup was over and things had been returned to their proper places, the crew leaving to wherever they went each night, she turned to Todd and asked, "Would you mind helping me a little longer? I'd like to do pies tomorrow, but it's best if the dough sits overnight."