team spirit
by Pares
Sam handed him a stick: greenwood with a long, whittled point.
"Lemme guess, Teal'c did the honors?"
"I did."
"The insides don't get stuck on the branch," Sam explained.
"I have done this before, you know."
She tossed him the marshmallows and he spiked three of them on Teal'c's cooking spear and held them over Sam's hibachi.
"You got something against chairs, Carter?"
"They're being recaned, sir."
"I didn't know you went in for the rough stuff."
Daniel snickered; Sam actually rolled her eyes.
Jack wondered how many beers they'd had, how hard it would be to get Teal'c drunk.END
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