Because Jo gets sad that I never write them anymore, and just because I wanted to.
"So, if there are multiple universe with multiple versions of ourselves..." Vala starts talking, smiling and twirling her hair around her finger.
That means trouble. The hair twirling. It's one of her tells.
Actually, talking is one of her tells, too. Vala, words. Trouble. They just go together. Words optional.
"Yeah?" Cam grits his teeth.
"That means that somewhere, there's some version of us... and we could be doing anything." Her face is bright and happy with whatever possibilities are flitting through her imagination. "We could be scuba diving-"
"-ruling benevolently over a small planet-"
"-at your mother's house, having pie-"
The pencil in Cam's hand snaps. "What?"
Vala gives him a wide-eyed, unconvincingly innocent smile. "I said t-rex. Riding a t-rex. You know, one of those prehistoric earth creatures? There's a planet of them, by the way. Now, how do you suppose they got here? Or there? Ooh, maybe, in an alternate universe, we brought them-"
"Trying to work here." Cam glares.
Vala sighs and pushes off of his desk. "You're just no fun, Cameron."
Cam waits until she's gone to chucking. "T-rex," he mumbles to himself with a smile.