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There's nothing really unusual about Vala's transmission, no embarrassing moment to be caught on camera as is the tablet's usual wont. Just the image of a heavily pregnant woman puttering about and arranging flowers in a vase inside a modest and somewhat medieval looking house. Her attire is similarly styled. When she's happy with the way the tulips bend over the edges of the clay vase (which doesn't happen until she's stood back at least three or four times to admire her work), she goes to the window and very surreptitiously peeks outside.

So nothing to see here then. Well unless you've ever seen Vala before and know that she definitely wasn't pregnant the last time you saw her, and there's no way she could be as far gone as she is in such a short time. There's also the fact that medieval hessian dresses are not really her style, she's usually spotted wearing SG-1 uniform or more recently various ensembles that usually incorporate black leather somewhere.

Still, she doesn't seem to think anything is out of the ordinary; until she spies the tablet though. She checks around herself warily, double checks at the window again and then cautiously heads over to fiddle with it. It doesn't take her long to figure out what it is, but how the hell did it get here?

"Hello?"

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[Oh dear, he should have phrased that differently.]

So you just... ate a really big lunch today?

"Oh. The baby! 'Bun in the oven', nice metaphor. Yes Xander, I'm pregnant, how dreadfully observant of you. It's yours."

What? She can't help herself.

What?! [He is having a heart attack right now. Possibly literally. Except for the fact that two seconds later, he realizes that it couldn't possibly be true.]

Oooooh, right, joke. Because jokes are funny. Wait, no they're not-- Vala, don't joke like that! I nearly died. And how exactly are you pregnant?

"That's a very good question actually. One that's been vexing me for the last seven months."

Edited 2010-02-24 18:39 (UTC)

[There are so many problems with that sentence, he cannot even begin to deconstruct it. Thus, he tries a different tack.]

Riiiight. And, umm. Don't take this the wrong way, but what are you wearing? Not that it isn't nice, it's just not really... your usual style.

Well that confirms that he's definitely not from here. Which is a blessed relief, she doesn't have to lie.

"Flattery is hardly going to achieve anything when we both know I'm wearing a sack, Xander. Even if the lacing does do wonders for my cleavage."

"I'm wearing clothes that make me blend in," she adds, as if that were the most inane question he could have ever have asked. "Isn't that obvious? I suggest you do similar, if you value your life."

Edited 2010-02-25 02:03 (UTC)

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