"Carter!" General O'Neill shouted into the phone even before she'd acknowledged that she had picked up.
"Sir?" Her voice was the perfect balance of patience and tolerance.
"Why are there still horses here?"
"Ishta and her people won't be leaving until later tonight, sir, until then the horses are going to have to stay."
"They smell bad."
"Yes they do sir."
"So… Cake?"
"Sounds good, sir."
"Right."
Walter could only shake his head and watch as the man who was supposed to be in command of the base walked out of his office towards the commissary. Walter caught himself thinking of the pair of them as an old married couple, smiling at the truth of it.
"Walter?" Sam's voice came through the speakerphone that was still running.
"Colonel?"
"Would you mind hitting the switch?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Thanks."
"Enjoy the cake, Colonel."