Sorry about the long delay. I had work experience, then I wasn't feeling too great, now I have lots of coursework to do so am having to find time to do things like write fic, and somewhere in that I think I neglected to feed my muse. She's still alive, and we're friends again, so more fic! Thanks so much for all those people that have sent feedback. I would reply individually, but that would mean less writing time, so THANKYOU!

Jack, Sam and Jonas sat down in the little restaurant. They picked up a menu each from the table in front of them.

"This looks nice."

Sam pointed towards a pasta salad.

"Carter, Sam, you're always eating so healthily."

"Your point?"

"No point, just stating one."

"Whatever."

"You having that then?"

"I think I will S.Jack."

"Jonas?"

"I'll have the same."

"'Fraid I'm going for the steak and chips."

"You would."

A waiter walked over to their table.

"Hi, are you ready to order?"

"Yes thanks, we'll have to pasta salads and a steak and chips please."

"Ok, that will be with you shortly, what drinks would you like?"

"I'll have a diet soda."

"Same here."

"I'll have a beer please."

"Those will be with you soon. Anything else?"

"No, that's it thanks."

The waiter moved away and left SG-1 again.

"So Jonas, see anything you like the look of yet?"

"No, I'm getting bored of shopping too."

"Yeh, so am I."

"And me."

"Carter, I thought you liked shopping."

"Sometimes, I don't like it for this long though. We're going to have to find something soon though because we have to get Jonas back."

"Right."

The waiter came back carrying the food and drinks.

SG-1 started eating as soon as he went away.

"We will find something, if not, we'll go home and raid Jonas's wardrobe, because I'm sure he has something nice."

"Not that nice, I haven't been here long enough."

Beep Beep.

"Jonas?"

"Oh, phone, right."

He got the object out of his pocket.

"Well?"

"It's Becky, she says, well, I can't tell what she says."

"Come here."

Rly lookn fwd 2 2nite,we r stl on right?pls txt bk,bec

"Ooh, that was cryptic."

"What's it say?"

"Really looking forward to tonight, we are still on right? Please text back, bec."

"Ooh, I have to text back."

Jonas took the phone back off Sam and started clicking away at the keypad. Sam and Jack just sat and finished their dinner, watching Jonas eat and text at the same time. The result was him missing his mouth occasionally and feeding his chin.

"Jonas, pay more attention, there's people staring at you."

"Huh?"

"You're feeding your chin."

Jonas looked down at himself.

"Oh."

He wiped himself down then went back to what he was doing.

Sam and Jack shook their heads.