"Jack?"

A voice he knew better than any was whispering softly in his ear, tickling him in the most pleasant way possible.

"Hmm?"

"Wake up. You need to come see this."

There was no panic in her voice, so he knew whatever it was he had to wake up and come see, it wasn't a ring of Jaffa surrounding the camp with staff weapons pointed at them. Chances were it wasn't anything dangerous.

"Is it still raining?"

He wasn't going to leave his blankets until it stopped raining.

"No, it's still sprinkling a little, but the real heavy stuff seems to have stopped." She reached out and touched his cheek. "Come on, get up and come outside and see this."

Jack sighed, but nodded, and opened his eyes.

"You, too, Daniel." Sam said, reaching over Jack and Jaffer to prod Daniel's shoulder to wake him.

"What is it, Sam?"

"Get up and come see."

Carter's smile was mischievous. She rubbed Jaffer's side and the lab rolled over, bearing his belly for her touch.

"You, too, Jaffer. It's breakfast time."

Breakfast!

Jaffer rolled over again, lurching to his feet and stepping on Jack's head in his haste to get up. O'Neill scowled, knowing Sam had done that on purpose, but she only grinned.

"Two minutes, guys, or I'll send Teal'c in to wake you up with buckets of water."

She disappeared, taking Jaffer with her, and Daniel looked over at Jack, his blue eyes as sleepy as O'Neill's.

"Do we even have buckets?"

"No, but she'd probably figure out something." She was a genius, after all. "Come on."

The two got out of their blankets, and dressed in their now dry clothing. It was still chilly inside the tent – which meant it was probably just as chilly outside – so they also pulled on jackets. Then they went outside, where the sky was gray and cloudy, and spitting rain down on them intermittently.

And stared in shock at what they saw.

The night before when he'd taken Jaffer out to pee, Jack had seen how soggy everything was and had been glad they'd stowed the dry firewood, since he'd known they'd never have gotten a fire started – short of using gasoline. Obviously, he hadn't been the only one that had worried about that.

Sometime during the early hours of the morning, someone – and he had to assume it was the floating hand people since they were the only ones around that he knew of – had erected a canopy type structure over their entire fire area. The fire was lit, and the whole area around it was dry, which gave testimony to how long the fire had been going. The canopy was intriguing, even to Jack, who normally didn't notice such things. It trapped the heat of the fire but allowed the release of the smoke coming form the blaze, leaving the entire area pleasantly warmed, and not smelly.

There was a large stack of wood near at hand – all of it dry – and there was a kettle of something cooking over the fire that smelled delicious, and like nothing they'd brought with them. Teal'c was standing next to this, looking at the contents with interest.

"What's this?"

Sam smiled and walked over to them from where she'd been feeding Jaffer, who was near the fire munching away on a huge dish of dog food.

"Obviously someone was worried about us, and decided we'd need help after the storm."

Jack moved over to stand near the fire, soaking up the heat gratefully.

"That was nice of them."

"They seem like nice people." Sam agreed, following him.

Daniel walked over and knelt near the fire, looking at the dish that their apparent breakfast was cooking in.

"It's ceramic. Look at the way the level of the –"

"Daniel?"

He looked over at Jack.

"I'm hungry. Analyze the bowl later."

There were wooden bowls – five of them – sitting next to the fire, as well as four wooden spoons. Whoever had left them knew Jaffer didn't need a spoon obviously, and wasn't so sure that they had any eating utensils. There were also rolls wrapped in a bright red cloth and placed near the fire to keep them warm, and a pot of some brown liquid that Daniel decided must be tea.

"Teal'c?" Jack asked. "What is it?"

Teal'c was stirring the contents of the cooking pot with a large spoon (a metal one that they'd brought with them).

"It appears to be some sort of stew, O'Neill."

Stew for breakfast? Why not? The last thing he and Daniel had eaten was s'mores the evening before, and Jack was hungry.

"Is it ready?"

The Jaffa shrugged.

"One way to find out."

Jack dished it up for all of them, including Jaffer. It was a chowder of some sort, with a mixture of ingredients, some familiar, some not. There were chunks of fish, which might not have tasted so great with the vegetables that were also present in the stew, but it was so perfectly seasoned that Jack had to admit he liked it.

The others were equally impressed. Daniel was eating it so hungrily that he wasn't even able to carry on a conversation about the quality of the carved wooden bowls, or the spoon he was eating with. The stew was good, the bread was hot and fresh, and with a little sugar the tea wasn't too bad, either (although it was a little strong). Coupled with the warmth that the canopy captured from the fire, and the morning started a lot better than Jack could have possibly hoped for the night before.

They were all so intent on their breakfast – even Teal'c – that none of them noticed the arrival of their benefactors. Of course, since they came up to the campsite completely out of phase and as silently as ghosts, it was no surprise, really. It wasn't until they solidified, and the one in front spoke, that SG-1 noticed them.

"Ja-ack."