Because everyone at work today kept reminding each other about Valentine's Day being tomorrow, it made me think that on Atlantis, Valentine's Day is probably a fairly low-key event, except for that one department that insists on decorating and hoarding chocolate all year just to hand it out on what passes for February 14 and giving each other little homemade gifts, and of course their labs are right next to Rodney's, which means he has to put up with a week of Valentine's preparations until he snaps and (while everyone's in the hallway discussing plans) makes sure everyone knows he will be very sick tomorrow and that they should all carry on as usual and not take the opportunity to sit around and form impromptu LAN parties.

Valentine's Day rolls around and Rodney definitely didn't set an alarm, so he's still sleeping when John comes by sometime mid-morning. With glitter in his hair. John says, I helped put up decorations, and Rodney squints at him with the eye that's not still squashed into the pillow and sighs. And then John sits down and pulls out a brand-new, unopened bag of Hugs, which, white and milk chocolate mixed together is obviously the best kind invented. And this deserves two eyes, definitely, but Rodney makes sure to remind John of how much this is the stupidest holiday of them all, even as he's ripping into the first piece. And John says, I know, and then grins, and he looks so happy, Rodney says, fine, and John just dumps more glitter onto them both. The bastard.