It was a little intimidating being watched by the queen while they worked, but Rogue did her best to get past it. Of course the queen would want to see her crew in action, and from the sorts of questions that were passed on by Todd, she didn't imagine a whole lot of this made sense to the other woman, just as it hadn't for any of the others when they'd first started. And doubtless there were a number of other questions that weren't being asked aloud.
Later, when they had another chance to speak without the crew around, Rogue decided that she would offer the queen private lessons in the things she'd already taught the crew. Things could move more quickly without a group, and the new queen wouldn't have to worry about keeping up appearances in front of her crew - if she understood things correctly, anyway. It was hard to say what the queen would be like in future interactions.
The final meal was a whole lot of fried things and a side of mashed potatoes to make sure there wasn't too much oil for anyone. They hadn't had much experience with wraith getting indigestion, and she wasn't even sure if it was possible, but in Rogue's mind it was better to prolong the not knowing than find out now.
One of the crew was moving to dispose of the pan of oil when Rogue quickly stopped him, explaining that the oil would need to cool before they could do anything with it, and pouring it down the sink would cause a great deal of damage. Since they wouldn't be part of the next day's cooking shift, she showed them the plastic jar she'd saved from the supplies provided by Atlantis, the perfect container for such a task, so they would know what to do if they encountered this situation on their own.
Because that was the whole point of this, wasn't it? To make the wraith self-sufficient when it came to their food supply, from growing it to cooking it. It would be a good thing when one day Rogue became completely unnecessary to the process - even if it hurt a little to think about such times.
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Later, when they had another chance to speak without the crew around, Rogue decided that she would offer the queen private lessons in the things she'd already taught the crew. Things could move more quickly without a group, and the new queen wouldn't have to worry about keeping up appearances in front of her crew - if she understood things correctly, anyway. It was hard to say what the queen would be like in future interactions.
The final meal was a whole lot of fried things and a side of mashed potatoes to make sure there wasn't too much oil for anyone. They hadn't had much experience with wraith getting indigestion, and she wasn't even sure if it was possible, but in Rogue's mind it was better to prolong the not knowing than find out now.
One of the crew was moving to dispose of the pan of oil when Rogue quickly stopped him, explaining that the oil would need to cool before they could do anything with it, and pouring it down the sink would cause a great deal of damage. Since they wouldn't be part of the next day's cooking shift, she showed them the plastic jar she'd saved from the supplies provided by Atlantis, the perfect container for such a task, so they would know what to do if they encountered this situation on their own.
Because that was the whole point of this, wasn't it? To make the wraith self-sufficient when it came to their food supply, from growing it to cooking it. It would be a good thing when one day Rogue became completely unnecessary to the process - even if it hurt a little to think about such times.