Caitlin found herself softly laughing at Rodney's reaction to Jeannie. Shaking her head, she sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her two boys. "Carson, if Rodney decides to mess with Jeannie, you might want to start carrying your first aid kit everywhere you go," she said with a smirk.
Rodney looked at her and raised his eyebrows. "And what does that mean?" he asked before crossing his arms over his chest.
Pressing her lips together, Caitlin looked down at him before taking a deep breath. "Jeannie won't find it very funny if she finds out you're messing with her, Rodney. Plus, she's been getting stick lessons from Teyla and she's pretty fierce," she pointed out. "She'll probably kick your ass when she finds out you've been messing with her."
"No she won't!" Rodney insisted. "And Teyla needs to stop teaching everyone how to use those sticks. Someone could lose an eye!"
With a soft laugh, Caitlin laid down beside Rodney and snuggled as close as she could to him. "She won't give you lessons, huh?" she asked.
"No. Ronon and her laughed at me when I showed up in full-body armor!" Rodney complained.
"Don't worry, Rodney. I'll teach you a few moves after I have Charlie," Caitlin promised before she softly kissed his cheek.
"Really?" he asked. Caitlin nodded. "Awesome! Just can't eat me in the face or arms or legs...or torso. I bruise easily, y'know!"