For the stargateland Alphabet soup challenge - one of "26 reasons to disobey your commanding officer" - P is for Pie.
"Look I'm sorry sir but no."
"But Carter?" He had that whine in his voice that go right under her skin and right on her nerves.
"I'm sorry, but the pie is mine." She picked up her fork and deliberately cut out a mouthful of pie, lifting it to her mouth and eating it quickly.
The Colonel watched the bite of pie from plate to mouth and Carter had an image of a German Shepherd dog that had belonged to one of the neighbour families when she was a child which would beg and beg and watch every single bite you ate with big soulful eyes.
"My. Pie." She reiterated, cutting another mouthful.
She ate the pie quickly, then as he leaned forward with his spoon, pointed the slightly sticky fork at him, narrowing her eyes.
"O'Neill," Teal'c finally spoke, "I believe that Major Carter would not be averse to striking a senior officer in defence of pie."
"Carter?"
She hunched over her pie in a theatrical display of defense.
"It would have been wiser to have arrived earlier for the lunchtime meal." Teal'c added rationally.
O'Neill cast a last longing look at Carter's pie.
"My pie, sir." She said. "You'll just have to have a muffin."