Short, short version: Not mine. No money. Hey look! Something shiny!
"So, Mister Teal'c, this is what is called tako."
"It does not look like tacos, Winifred Burkle."
"Of course not, silly. And call me Fred. This is tako sushi, not taco Mexican food. It's octopus. The trick is to chew it real fast, before the suckers stick to your tongue." She giggled, and shoved the piece of sushi quickly into her mouth as a demonstration.
Teal'c contemplated the small amount of food balanced precariously on the end of his chopsticks, and then copied her movements, chewing quickly and swallowing. "Well?" Fred demanded. "What do you think?"
"It is... interesting."
Fred slapped him ineffectually on the shoulder. "That's what you say when you don't like something but don't want to offend your host. You can tell me the truth, I won't bite, honest."
"What are you eating
?" a disgusted voice demanded.
"We are eating tako sushi, not taco Mexican food, General O'Neill," Teal'c informed him.
"Are those... suckers?"
"The trick is to chew them fast, so they do not get stuck on your tongue," Teal'c told him.
General Jack O'Neill turned several interesting shades of green before he choked out, "Carry on," and left the mess at high speed.
Fred stared at Teal'c open-mouthed. "You did that on purpose!" she declared.
"Indeed," said Teal'c, as he reached for another piece of sushi.