"So, do you ski, Murray?" Shelby asked once everyone had started settling in to eat, and there weren't dishes passing in front of people. The older woman had met Teal'c before, but they'd never really discussed his likes and dislikes. She did find the man fascinating though.

"I do not." Teal'c replied. "Nor have I ever 'sledded'."

"You've never been sledding?" Anna asked, forgetting her own fascination with Daniel in her surprise.

"Never."

"Murray isn't from around here," Andrew told them all. "He was raised in Morocco. They don't have sledding there. You wouldn't believe some of the things he's never done."

Of course, they'd had to come up with a cover story to explain the fact that Teal'c wasn't familiar with many of the usual customs that were so common among Americans, and the best thing Jack had thought of back when they'd been discussing it – right after their trip to camp – was to claim that Teal'c was a foreigner. It had worked remarkably well, even though the Jaffa had had to learn a little about Morocco just in case someone had actually been there.

"Like what?" Anna asked.

"We had to teach him about water balloon fights, and Twister and card games, and all sorts of things."

"I'll be happy to teach you to ski tomorrow, Murray," Carol said from her seat next Simon.

"Thank you," The Jaffa said, bowing his head slightly.

"You'll have to teach Daniel and Jack, too," David said, smiling. "They've never skied, either."

"That's no problem," Carol said, smiling. "I've taught a lot of new skiers."

"I'll help," Brittany said, reaching out and resting her hand on Jack's leg under the table in a casual motion. "It's not as hard as it looks." Before Jack had to try and figure out how to move her hand without causing a scene, she moved it, and he wondered if maybe he was just being a little sensitive. He supposed it was possible, but he promised himself he was going to try and avoid sitting near her, though, whenever he could in the future.

Dinner impressed Jack. Not because it was good - although it was excellent – but because Andrew's family, especially his grandmothers and parents, went all out to make sure that the boys were included in the conversations around the table. They were gracious hosts, and asked questions that included the boys and encouraged them to speak up. There was no such thing as 'children should be seen and not heard' at the Stephen's table, and Jack loved that. Of course, most of the conversation was centered around their trip to camp, which meant that Jack was definitely the center of interest, since he was the one that had taken the most injuries during that trip.

He didn't mind, really. Although he could have done without the sympathetic looks the females around the table were sending him, even though it was obvious he'd survived the trip without permanent injury. As skillfully as he could, he sent the conversation to other highlights of camp, including talent night, which had the adults asking Shawn and Andrew to repeat their 'Who's on First?' duet, which they did, and did as well as Jack had remembered.

"You Tango, Murray?" Lucille asked, looking surprised when the conversation turned to Teal'c's own performance at Talent night.

"Indeed. I learned from one of the campers."

"He's pretty good," Shawn confirmed.

"That's wonderful." She smiled, wiping her hands clean of barbeque sauce. "I used to love to Tango with my husband. He was so graceful for a male."

"Murray's graceful," Andrew told his grandmother. "You'd dance with my grandma if she asked you, wouldn't you, Murray?"

"I would be honored," Teal'c said without skipping a beat. He hadn't actually planned to dance or anything, but he wasn't afraid to, either.

Lucille smiled, but shook her head. "Perhaps later, when my fingers aren't quite so sticky." She wasn't going to impose on her guest just because her grandson thought it was a good idea to, although it was obvious that she was pleased by the offer.

They all had sticky fingers, but the barbeque sauce had lived up to the reputation David gave it as far as Jack was concerned. It had been delicious. He even considered that he might need to ask for the recipe, even though he wasn't much for cooking.

Wet towels were handed out when the meal was finished, and everyone started stacking their plates after they'd wiped their hands clean. Jenny handed Micah to her husband. The toddler was covered in sauce, and had managed to smear everything in the vicinity as well.

"You take him and wash him up, and I'll start in on the dishes."

"Let me help you with that," Jack said, standing up. He didn't mind doing dishes. Besides, he was tired of Brittany's little touches, and ready to move.

"Oh, that's not necessary, Jack," Jenny said, smiling. "We can do them. You probably could use a chance to get settled in."

"Nah, I'd love to help," Jack insisted, picking up the stack of plates as the others either got up to move into the other room, or reached for other dishes to help clear off the table. The boys offered to help, but they weren't trusted with the china and wine glasses when everyone knew their hands were still probably a little greasy. They were sent to clean up and go play. "It was really a good meal, and I'd like to contribute."

She agreed, of course, and Jack soon found himself loading up the dishwasher under Shadow's watchful eye.

"Don't give her any bones, Jack," Jenny said, smiling at the way the black lab was giving the Colonel her best sad puppy eyes and hoping for a treat. "They're not good for her, and the barbeque sauce might make her sick in her condition."

Since Jack didn't know all that much about pregnant dogs, he was more than willing to take her word for it. He grinned and scratched the soft black ears. "Sorry, girl. None for you."

"There's a bag of treats on the fridge. You can give her a couple of them. That way she doesn't make you feel too guilty."

Obviously Jenny had a lot of experience with Shadow, because Jack actually HAD found himself feeling guilty for depriving the dog of a bone. He reached for the bag, and Shadow's eyes lit up. She knew what that was. She barked, excitedly, and Jack handed her one of the treats. Which vanished in an instant.

"Come on, Jack," Anna said, walking into the kitchen just them with a salad bowl. "You've got to make her work for it." The girl handed Jack the bowl and took one of the treats.

"Shadow, sit."

The dog immediately plopped her rear to the floor.

"Now speak."

Woof!

Anna handed her a treat, and grinned at Jack. "See? She'll get lazy if you don't make her do her tricks. And probably disappointed, since I know she likes showing off."

"Anna, the dishes are pretty much done," Jenny said interrupting. "Why don't you take Jack into the living room? He's done enough work. Thanks for the help Jack."

"Okay, Jenny."

Anna reached out and took the salad bowl back and put it on the counter, then put her arm through his own, and led him out of the room.

"They're going to start the games, soon. You won't want to miss that, Jack."