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"You're welcome," Lorne says, smiling sideways at him. He bumps his knee against Jack's and opens his sandwich package.

Jack bumps him right back. "Do you still get chocolate rations?"

"We do," Lorne says with a nod. "We also get packages from home on a semi-regular basis. My mom usually sends chocolate and coffee.

"Did you want some? I think I've got a bar or two stored in here."

"No, it's all right," Jack says with a laugh. "I was just wondering how much things have changed. We didn't get much fresh food."

"We don't get a whole lot fresh from Earth," Lorne says. "You just came at the right time. The Daedelus is docked right now, so we've got fresh supplies."

"Which one is the Daedelus?" Jack says and starts to peel his banana.

[ooc: Pause? am sleepy.]

"It's the ship that was parked on the northeaster pier when we left the city." He watches Jack and the banana with undisguised interest.

[ooc: Sure. Sleep well.]

"Oh, the really big one," Jack says, and notices Lorne's interest as he takes his first bite.

He chews and swallows and takes another, slower this time, taking more of the banana into his mouth.

Lorne's eyebrow raises and his voice breaks a little when he says, "Yeah." He clears his throat. "Yeah, the...uh...really big one."

He licks a little mustard from his fingertip. "Have you ever ridden it?"

Lorne leans back on an elbow to watch Jack eating, which suddenly seems more interesting than eating himself. "A few times, yeah. I had my own ship once too."

"Was it a spaceship?" he says eagerly, and then remembers he's trying to be seductive. He leans back too and stretches out his legs.

"Yup," Lorne says, picking up a slice of apple and popping into his mouth. "Bigger than the Daedelus."

"What was its name?" He tilts back his head to take another bite of banana.

"She was called the Aurora." There's a fond smile on his lips. It's hard to say if it's because of the ship or because of Jack.

"The Aurora," Jack repeats with pleasure. "I like that. My father's plane, the one I learned to fly in, he called it the Daydream."

Lorne thinks about that for a moment. "Daydream's a good name for a personal plane. Sheppard named the ship. I kind of inherited it."

"How long was it yours?" He pops the last of the banana into his mouth.

Lorne blushes and ducks his head. "About 20 hours." Suddenly, his sandwich seems a whole lot more interesting.

[ooc: D'oh. It was the Orion, not the Aurora. Wrong ship.]

"Oh," Jack says softly, and then leans over and kisses him. "I'm sorry."

"It's all right." He shrugs and smiles at Jack. "I didn't have a whole lot of time to get attached to her."

"It's still hard to lose a bird," Jack says quietly.

"Yeah," Lorne says with a quiet sigh. "Tell me about yours?"

"Oh, she was a beauty," Jack says softly. "A Hawker Hurricane, Mark II. Light and lithe and so responsive. She flew like a hawk on the wind."

Lorne smiles and leans closer, kissing Jack softly. "What was her name?"