every year, thanksgiving raises a very important question; also, halp!

Poll #1491470 very important poll!11!!1!eleventy-one!

what's the best kind of pie?

silly rabbit, there is no such thing as "batman pie" because that would be cannibalism!

Also, two weeks ago a few people left comments and in response I wound up writing almost 1,000 words I wouldn't have otherwise, so thanks to them and let's try it again!

All you have to do is write one sentence (or if you're feeling lazy/uninspired, a single word will do), such as: The sky is very green today, or I wish the unicorn would stop eating my roses. In return, you'll get the next bit of Things Already Seen. Which you may not care about, but I'm trying to get it out of my head so help me out, would you?
If I can put whip cream on it, then it's all good pie :D Except for pi, which I can't smother in whip cream :(.

"Because I get a thousand hugs, from ten thousand lightning bugs, as they teach me how to dance..."
following directly from the previous bit:

"Right. Jensen, find whoever's in charge of dialing stuff, and get that address into the computer or whatever. Ford, you're in charge of getting everyone out of here and somewhere a little more convenient. Keep a couple of Marines to help you with that. The rest of you, grab a scientist and go looking for stuff that might give us a tactical advantage."

Stackhouse, who's currently helping Charin to her feet, looks over at John dubiously. "Like what, sir?"

John mentally pokes Atlantis and the gateroom's lights flare momentarily. “It’s an ancient alien city. There’s gotta be flying cars or spaceships or something somewhere.”

"Or big-ass guns," another Marine---Markham?---suggests hopefully, and then they scatter and John goes up to sweet-talk Elizabeth.