"Well that went pretty well," Jack said as soon as they'd rematerialized on the bridge of Thor's ship.

"Indeed, O'Neill," Thor said going over to talk to the Asgard that had remained on the ship. "The Pe'aoli will begin packing their belongings and have sent messengers to the outlaying towns and farms to warn the rest of their people."

"That is good news, Commander Thor. I will inform the others."

"We're going to go get something to eat," Jack told Thor. "Care to join us?"

"No, thank you. I will need to report to the other Commanders. Especially the freighter Commanders who will be responsible for actually moving the Pe'aoli. They will need to know what kind of 'livestock' to expect."

"Carter?"

"Oh, yeah. I could eat one of their cows."

Jack smiled, and led the three of them off the bridge and down the corridor to the storage bay that all their supplies had been sent to.

"What did you and Thor do while we were down on the planet?" Sam asked Shawn as she searched through the various supply crates.

"I pestered him with questions." Shawn said, grinning. "I think he would have preferred sending me down with you." No lie there, Shawn was certain.

"Better for you to stay where you're safe," Jack said, taking an MRE from Carter and opening it up to see what it was.

"Spaghetti, Shawn?"

"Sounds great, Jack."

The boy looked around the room, and walked over to the wall and pressed a small, almost obscure button. A shelf came out from the wall. A sturdy one that was perfect for stacking things off the ground, but was also perfectly positioned for sitting on while they ate.

"How did you know that was there?" Sam asked.

"He's probably snooped all over this place, haven't you?" Jack said with a grin. Shawn grinned as well, although it was a slightly guilty grin. He'd noticed the markings that had told him the shelf was there, but he wasn't going to tell them that! He sat down on the shelf and dug out the spoon that came with the MRE and opened the package. It was cold, but Shawn didn't mind. He was hungry enough to make anything taste good.

"What did you ask Thor?" Sam asked as she came over to sit next to the boy, double-checking first to make sure the shelf he was sitting on was sturdy enough to hold her weight as well. It was pretty solid, though, and she gestured for Jack to come join them. Which he did as soon as he scrounged up another spaghetti meal.

"I asked him about the Goa'uld." Shawn said honestly. Sam's eyebrows rose, and Jack scowled.

"I thought I told you we couldn't tell-"

"You said you and Sam couldn't." Shawn said. "You didn't say anything about Thor."

"That's a thin line, Shawn," Jack said. He should have known it was going to happen, though. He knew Shawn was a curious kid – what kid wasn't? And what kid wouldn't ask whatever was on his mind?

"What did Thor tell you?" Sam asked.

"That they're evil. They get inside people and use them and make them do what they say. And they having glowing eyes."

"You understand that you can't tell anyone about them?" Jack asked.

"Yeah. I wouldn't want anyone to know about them, anyways." Shawn shuddered. "But they aren't all bad. Thor told me about the Tok'ra."

"What did he say about them?" Sam asked, intently. Jack could understand why, since her own father was one.

"That they were good. Not like the Goa'uld at all."

"They're not evil," Jack said. "He's right. I happen to like some of them very much."

Sam couldn't help but smile at that, since she knew Jacob Carter was one of the few Tok'ra Jack could put up with for any long period of time.

"That's what Thor said." Shawn was quiet for a while, eating his dinner, hungrily, and Jack and Sam both started eating as well.

"Thor's a boy, right Jack?"

"Yup."

"Uh oh..." Sam murmured, having an instant feeling where this particular question was going.

"Where-"

"Shawn, how about I get you another meal?" Sam asked, standing up quickly. She excused herself, and walked over to the other side of the room, just as Shawn finished asking his question to judge by the sudden fit of coughing and laughing that Jack was having.

"I don't know, Shawn," Jack said when he could finally catch his breath and Carter had felt it safe to return. "Please tell me you didn't ask him that."

"I started to, but I was sidetracked."

Jack laughed and finished his dinner.

"Good thing. Thor probably would have made you walk home for asking that one."

Sam handed Shawn another MRE, which the boy opened immediately and began devouring, and Jack looked around for a place to settle down.

"I'm going to get some sleep. You guys need me, just wake me up."

He pulled out a sleeping bag from their supplies, wondering why they never thought of bringing pillows, and went over to the corner, dragging the bag that held his extra clothing. Using that as a pillow he bedded down and fell asleep almost immediately.