A quiet cough broke the spell and sent them both leaping backwards in the seats, their
hands flying apart. The waitress was stood at the side of the tabe with a barely
concealed smirk on her face.
"Your dinners, sir, ma'am?"
Jack coughed. "Er yeah. Thanks."
She placed the plates on the table and left.
Jack looked at Sam. Sam looked at Jack. They looked at their plates and then back up at
each other.
"Woah." Sam said. "You really gonna eat all that?"
Jack picked up his knife and fork. "Just *watch* me. I haven't had a decent steak in
ages. I feel in need of proper meat."
"No steak on Edora?"
"Na-ah. Fish. And some strange kind of small animal kinda like rabbit. At least that's
what it tasted like anyway."
"I thought rabbit tasted like chicken?"
Jack snorted and pointed his knife at her. "Only to people who've never eaten it. Take it
from one who knows, rabbit tastes *nothing* like chicken."
"So what does it taste like?" Sam asked curiously. She really wanted to ask how he knew,
but figured he'd already opened up enough tonight. No sense in pushing her luck by
asking for details about his past. He rarely gave away those details and usually only in
throw away comments that left you wanting more than you knew he would ever say.
Jack looked at her oddly as if he couldn't understand the question. "Rabbit." He
answered.
Sam closed her eyes. She'd walked straight into that one. She picked up her own knife
and fork.
"Yes sir. Of course it does."
"It does. Really." He repeated, his eyes twinkling.
She sighed. "*Yes* sir. I get the idea...."
Please let this drop....
He did.
Sam picked at her food, she wasn't sure where to start. She hadn't eaten this much in
*months*.
Jack stopped eating and looked at her in exasperation. "Carter, are you gonna eat that
or poke it?"
She glared at him.
He shrugged. "Just make sure you finish it all. Or no dessert for you."
She raised an eyebrow. "And you're going to stop me how?"
He grinned cheekily. "I have my ways."
Oh I just *bet* you do....
"Well I should warn you sir, *no-one* comes between a Carter and their dessert."
"Is that a challenge, Major?"
"Would you it like to be, Sir?"
Jack looked startled. Then a huge grin spread across his face. "You know what Major? I
think I would...."
Sam grinned back, ignoring the little voice at the back of her head screaming 'Bad idea!
Bad idea!'
"In that case you'll just have to wait and see, sir."
Jack went back to his food. "Whatever you say, Major, whatever you say."
Yeah, dinner had been a damn good idea of his....
~~~End of Part 2~~~
Continued in 'Anyone for Dessert?'
hands flying apart. The waitress was stood at the side of the tabe with a barely
concealed smirk on her face.
"Your dinners, sir, ma'am?"
Jack coughed. "Er yeah. Thanks."
She placed the plates on the table and left.
Jack looked at Sam. Sam looked at Jack. They looked at their plates and then back up at
each other.
"Woah." Sam said. "You really gonna eat all that?"
Jack picked up his knife and fork. "Just *watch* me. I haven't had a decent steak in
ages. I feel in need of proper meat."
"No steak on Edora?"
"Na-ah. Fish. And some strange kind of small animal kinda like rabbit. At least that's
what it tasted like anyway."
"I thought rabbit tasted like chicken?"
Jack snorted and pointed his knife at her. "Only to people who've never eaten it. Take it
from one who knows, rabbit tastes *nothing* like chicken."
"So what does it taste like?" Sam asked curiously. She really wanted to ask how he knew,
but figured he'd already opened up enough tonight. No sense in pushing her luck by
asking for details about his past. He rarely gave away those details and usually only in
throw away comments that left you wanting more than you knew he would ever say.
Jack looked at her oddly as if he couldn't understand the question. "Rabbit." He
answered.
Sam closed her eyes. She'd walked straight into that one. She picked up her own knife
and fork.
"Yes sir. Of course it does."
"It does. Really." He repeated, his eyes twinkling.
She sighed. "*Yes* sir. I get the idea...."
Please let this drop....
He did.
Sam picked at her food, she wasn't sure where to start. She hadn't eaten this much in
*months*.
Jack stopped eating and looked at her in exasperation. "Carter, are you gonna eat that
or poke it?"
She glared at him.
He shrugged. "Just make sure you finish it all. Or no dessert for you."
She raised an eyebrow. "And you're going to stop me how?"
He grinned cheekily. "I have my ways."
Oh I just *bet* you do....
"Well I should warn you sir, *no-one* comes between a Carter and their dessert."
"Is that a challenge, Major?"
"Would you it like to be, Sir?"
Jack looked startled. Then a huge grin spread across his face. "You know what Major? I
think I would...."
Sam grinned back, ignoring the little voice at the back of her head screaming 'Bad idea!
Bad idea!'
"In that case you'll just have to wait and see, sir."
Jack went back to his food. "Whatever you say, Major, whatever you say."
Yeah, dinner had been a damn good idea of his....
~~~End of Part 2~~~
Continued in 'Anyone for Dessert?'
