Awwww, Rodney. I love how this fic illustrates one of my favourite things about him and John: despite the fact they're really similar in some ways, the ways they're different are complimentary. They even out by compensating or bringing the opposite perspective to a problem. It's lovely. And also, Rodney being all shaky and serious for once just... meeble. I totally want to hug him now.

Also, I now totally have the image of John as a boy scout, and he's right: it's terrifying, because he'd have been really good at it, except you wouldn't be able to rid yourself of the suspicion that despite the innocent look, he was secretly using all those skills to do nefarious things.