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"So did the Celts--my ancestry. Their calendar was a wheel."

"The ring of the Ancestors is an important symbol among my people. I believe that is where many of our traditions come from."

"And what is the ring of the Ancestors?"

[ooc: Bedtime.]

"It is the means by which we travel to other worlds," Teyla says. "In Atlantis we call it the stargate."

[ooc: Goodnight.]

"The wormhole point of origin, correct?"

It's fuzzy, but he thinks he grasps the basic concept.

"Yes, exactly," Teyla says. "They contain the event horizons on either side of the wormhole."

It's just a theory in my world," Ianto says. "It's inspired some good novels, though.

"We're still just sending unmanned probes to Mars and telescopes outside our solar system. I don't expect we'll achieve space travel in my lifetime." He pauses, and says with a faint smile--he always liked Harriet Jones--"We are like children."

"From what I understand," Teyla says, trying to remember what she's been told about it, "the Earth in my world is mostly unaware of the existence of the stargates. Most people also believe that space travel is only a fantasy."

He smiels faintly. "We have that in common. We--here, my Earth--we've actually seen spaceships and creatures from other worlds, and people still dismiss it as mass hallucinations or government trickery. Until people don't react like that, it's best they don't know."

"I confess I find this veiwpoint rather...self-centered. But I have never lived somewhere where travel between worlds was not common."

"Our isolation is a blessing and curse," Ianto says quietly.

"How so?" She tilts her head curiously.

"Well, like you said, we're arrogant. Most people think we're alone in the universe. We've been safe, but at the cost of being so ill-prepared for the truth."

Teyla nods. "I believe there is a saying on Earth that 'Ignorance is bliss'? But ignorance is never a good thing."

"Yeah. Better to not be aware of unpleasant truths than have to deal with them."

He sips his tea, frowning.

Teyla watches him, still with that curious expression on her face, cradling her cup in both hands.

"I don't have anything particularly insightful to follow that," Ianto says apologetically.

"That is quite all right," Teyla says, smiling softly. "I was not expecting anything insightful. Have you finished your tea?" she asks, setting her cup down.

"Yes." He puts down his cup.

Teyla points to the box on the tray. "The terron cakes come last. They are to sweeten our mouths and our hearts so that we do not dwell on what is past but look for a brighter future."

He opens the box and puts each cake on a little plate, and hands one to Teyla.

Teyla takes the plate and picks up the small cake. The cakes are round and covered in a sugar-like substance. They taste spicy, like cinnamon and nutmeg and cloves. She smiles as she eats it.

"It's like Christmas cake," Ianto says after he's had a few bites. "All it needs is raisins."

Teyla wrinkles her nose at the thought. "You would put raisins in a terron cake?"

". . . you don't like raisins?"