She blinked down for a moment at the table and her tray, and then looked up, to see the General's concerned stare and Daniel's curious one.
"What makes you say that, sir?"
"Maybe because you've totally ignored his offering for the last five minutes?" offered Daniel with faux-innocence.
"Offering?" she said, only afterwards glancing at her tray where Daniel's eyebrow dance seemed to be gesturing. There was a parfait glass of blue jello there that had not been there when she sat down, along with the spoon the General knew she preferred, although he himself always used a fork for the job. Clearly he had gotten the treat with her in mind.
She smiled at the General, and he gave a deflective eyebrow wiggle and a self-deprecating shrug. Sam wondered for a moment how her guys would be able to communicate in a universe without eyebrows.
"It's not like you, Carter, to ignore Jello."
Sam sighed. She looked around to make sure her other team member was not in the commissary.
"It's Teal'c's housewarming for his new place. I just can't seem to come up with a good idea. I want to get him something he can really use. What did you guys get him?"
"A big screen TV," said the General, both quickly and predictably. Jack O'Neill always had been the master of the snap decision.
"I got him a number of replica wooden African tribal figures, to back up his cover story. They look completely authentic," said Daniel smugly.
Sam sighed again.
"I just spend so much time here. I just haven't had much time to be domestic, I guess," she said. "I went down to Pier One and looked at various candle stands, but none of them were nicer than what he already has, and I'm fresh out of ideas."
Seeing Walter and his clipboard bearing down on him, the General pushed to his feet.
"Don't worry about it, Carter, eat your Jello!" he commanded. "You'll think of something. It's a batchelor pad. He'll want to have parties. How about a blender? Or maybe one of those cool single-use stargates like you used to have in your basement."
He walked out, headed for his office, with Sgt. Harriman almost running alongside to keep up with his long strides.
A blender. Huh. She hadn't thought of that. Come to think of it, the items she would need to replace to make the single-use stargate work again were relatively inexpensive...
Sam smiled, reached out and picked up the parfait cup and the spoon, and began to eat her treat, while going over circuit diagrams in her head. She just might be able to make this idea work. It was going to be a fun challenge. Too bad the General was probably never going to allow Teal'c to take it off base!
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"What's with you today, Carter?"
"Sir?"
"Something's up with you. You're too thinky!"
She blinked down for a moment at the table and her tray, and then looked up, to see the General's concerned stare and Daniel's curious one.
"What makes you say that, sir?"
"Maybe because you've totally ignored his offering for the last five minutes?" offered Daniel with faux-innocence.
"Offering?" she said, only afterwards glancing at her tray where Daniel's eyebrow dance seemed to be gesturing. There was a parfait glass of blue jello there that had not been there when she sat down, along with the spoon the General knew she preferred, although he himself always used a fork for the job. Clearly he had gotten the treat with her in mind.
She smiled at the General, and he gave a deflective eyebrow wiggle and a self-deprecating shrug. Sam wondered for a moment how her guys would be able to communicate in a universe without eyebrows.
"It's not like you, Carter, to ignore Jello."
Sam sighed. She looked around to make sure her other team member was not in the commissary.
"It's Teal'c's housewarming for his new place. I just can't seem to come up with a good idea. I want to get him something he can really use. What did you guys get him?"
"A big screen TV," said the General, both quickly and predictably. Jack O'Neill always had been the master of the snap decision.
"I got him a number of replica wooden African tribal figures, to back up his cover story. They look completely authentic," said Daniel smugly.
Sam sighed again.
"I just spend so much time here. I just haven't had much time to be domestic, I guess," she said. "I went down to Pier One and looked at various candle stands, but none of them were nicer than what he already has, and I'm fresh out of ideas."
Seeing Walter and his clipboard bearing down on him, the General pushed to his feet.
"Don't worry about it, Carter, eat your Jello!" he commanded. "You'll think of something. It's a batchelor pad. He'll want to have parties. How about a blender? Or maybe one of those cool single-use stargates like you used to have in your basement."
He walked out, headed for his office, with Sgt. Harriman almost running alongside to keep up with his long strides.
A blender. Huh. She hadn't thought of that. Come to think of it, the items she would need to replace to make the single-use stargate work again were relatively inexpensive...
Sam smiled, reached out and picked up the parfait cup and the spoon, and began to eat her treat, while going over circuit diagrams in her head. She just might be able to make this idea work. It was going to be a fun challenge. Too bad the General was probably never going to allow Teal'c to take it off base!