Of the same kinds, class, or nature

"The last time I saw this many women in a room together was my cousin's bridal shower," Laura remarked in Teyla's ear as they wandered across the polished floor of the gathering hall, smiling and nodding at the myriad women who eyed them as they walked by. "And that went pear-shaped when someone discovered the bride's sister was having an affair with her cousin's husband. Please tell me I'm not the only one feeling like a little dove in a nest of hawks."

Teyla acknowledged a graceful woman in sleek cream silk and was glad she had encouraged the Lantean women to 'dress up' for this convocation. "I have been here several times."

The Edanirans were an ancient culture that had changed little in the many generations since they had located to this planet, far-flung from the main corridors of Wraith traffic.

"With your people?"

"It was long ago, and I was very young when Charin first brought me here. And I felt as you do now - as though they were watching me." And they were watching the Lanteans. It was the way of the Edanirans to treat with a culture only after ascertaining the individuals of that culture and their personal behaviours.

Teyla saw nothing wrong with this. A true trade - of thoughts and not merely of things - was only accomplished through immersion in one culture or another. And while the Lantean party would only be present on this planet for two days, the Edanirans would take full opportunity to observe their guests.

Laura brushed a wisp of blonde hair from her eyes. "Well, they're definitely watching us. And not surreptitiously either." She scowled. "I hate girl politics. I mean, it's all very well for you and Dr. Weir, but I went into the military for a reason - point, shoot, kick ass, blow things up, go home and hopefully get a commendation."

"Then you must consider this an expansion of your experiences," Teyla said, gently guiding Laura towards a small knot of women. "Or die in the attempt," she said with wry humour.

"God, Teyla. Do you have to be so cheerful?"