Technically Todd had been on the diet for two years, including his time in the hospital here on Atlantis, but he and his crew had been on their own eating for about three months. He said nothing of it, and this only confirmed how much Rogue would mean to be on board the ship. Even with sparse ingredients, she'd created dishes that impressed the colonel who was perfectly able to get three meals a day without lifting a finger here.

For some reason, it was...good to hear Rogue laugh. Perhaps her tension and anxiety had rubbed off on him in the last week.

The wraith that had already been given their physicals had been escorted to the cafeteria already but weren't quite sure what to make of the trays of food they'd been given. And for many reasons, they were drawing eyes from the rest of those here to eat.

Sheppard's team were already at a table, plus one extra, a boy toddler in a highchair obviously gotten from earth because of the Batman print on it. Teyla was trying to get the kid to eat some peas when the three of them arrived.

"Guess what, they got ratatouille for dinner." Sheppard said, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder at Rogue and Todd.

"Wasn't that a movie about a rat?" McKay said, mouth full of mashed potatoes.

"Doesn't sound very appetizing" Ronon said.