They had sabotaged the planet's gate to prevent more wraith from coming through to cull the villagers. Harold felt confident that they could restore it at a later time, but right now it was more important to stop further troops from coming through. They had managed to deal with the ones already on site, but would be overwhelmed if any reinforcements arrived. When the situation seemed stable, as all the wraith were dead and all the injured attended to, they began to plan their next move. They couldn't reactivate the gate until they were sure that the wraith had shifted their focus elsewhere, which meant a quick return to Atlantis wasn't possible. Harold brought up a map of the Pegasus gate system and identified an alternate gate in a nearby solar system. Fortunately they had come to the planet via puddlejumper, and Harold estimated that they would be able to get to the other gate in a week.
They bid farewell to the villagers and piled into the puddlejumper to start the long ride home. Fortunately Reese made it a policy to ensure that all jumpers had emergency supplies in case a team was stranded for a period of time.
By mutual consent, they decided to eat the MREs first, and then move on to the protein food bars when those were gone. As they settled down for dinner John took 4 from the storage compartment and tossed three to the others. Fusco squinted at the writing on his and frowned. "Ugh the meatloaf one. I can't eat this."
John was a bit surprised. Granted, the meatloaf MRE was pretty terrible, but he had seen Lionel chow down on some pretty horrific things on their off-world missions. Regardless he just told Fusco to suck it up and deal. They really weren't in a position to be fussy.
"Do you have an allergy?" Finch asked with concern, shooting a reproving look John's way even though the chances of Lionel having a food allergy they didn't already know about were pretty slim.
"Nah, it just gives me gas."
The others froze as the implication hit them. Trapped in a small space with Fusco's legendary flatulence. They silently offered their fourth member their own MREs to choose from. When he chose Harold's spaghetti, Reese dove on the grenade and gave Harold his turkey dinner for the unwanted meatloaf.
It was while they were "enjoying" their meal and contemplating their extended stay in the Jumper that another issue occurred to them. "Where's the bathroom on this thing Harold?"
Finch blinked. "I'm...not sure. It hasn't actually come up before as all of our trips have been short ones. The teams who have had extended missions all performed them planetside."
He grabbed his laptop to start going through the specifications, while John took the more direct route of thinking a request at the Jumper urgently. They were surprised and a bit relieved when the back portion of the left-side bench began to reconfigure itself into a familiar shape and then an opaque force-field sprang up around it.
John thought real hard again, but sadly to no affect. Sighing he said "Guess it was too much to hope for some supplies."
Fusco put aside his spaghetti and rummaged in his backpack, pulling out a roll of toilet paper.
"You bring toilet paper on away missions?" John asked incredulously.
Finch and Carter went through their own packs, pulling out similar rolls. All three of them were looking at John like he was the crazy one.
"Different priorities I suppose" Finch commented.
Reese thought sadly that none of his extra ammo would help him much in this situation.