Caitlin looked at Charlie and shook her head. She hoped their daughter would learn how to tell the difference once she played in the snow. Leaning over, she kissed Charlie's cheek before nodding. Their little girl loved mashed potatoes, mostly because she was able to eat it with her fingers. "How about you, Erin? What do you want for dinner?" she asked.
"Chicken!" Erin said.
"How about we get one of those fried chicken packs?" Rodney suggested.
"Sounds good," Caitlin said just as a wave of nausea hit her. She took a deep breath and shook her head before looking at her husbands. "I'm fine. I'm just going to make some of the tea Teyla gave me. Then I'll down for the food."
"I'll call down," Rodney said.
Caitlin thanked him and got the tea and made herself a cup. When she came out of the kitchen, she sat down on the couch. When Rodney finished with his call, he looked at his spouses.
"The food will be up soon. They're sending flashlights and candles up, too. Guess it might get bad tonight and they want us to be prepared if the lights go out," he said before looking at Caitlin. "You okay?"