While Sam finished cleaning Jack's head and bandaging it – with a little Band-Aid – Ian polished off the pan of brownies. He'd offered one to Cassie, but she declined, and since he hadn't had anything but pomegranate seeds since breakfast, he was more than capable of eating the remainder of the pan – which totaled out to three brownies. Which was nothing to a guy like Ian.

He poured himself a glass of milk and came back over to the table with the plate of brownies, and munched them while he watched Sam dab some kind of goo on Jack's forehead – which was going to bruise, Ian decided.

"Hey, I want one of those..." Jack told him.

"You've had enough of them," Sam said, turning his head back so he was looking at her – which made it easier to see what she was doing.

"But-"

"They're dry," Ian told him, shoving the first one in his mouth. "You woolan wan id."

Jack scowled. It didn't look dry to him.

"Sam..."

Cassie smiled; she loved it when Jack acted like a two year old. Add in Ian, and she was thoroughly enjoying the afternoon.

"Hey, I made those," Sam said, acting hurt as she gathered up the supplies from the first aid kit and started putting them back. "What do you mean they're dry?"

"Did I say dry?" Ian asked, reaching for the second one. "I meant they're – hey!"

Jack had taken advantage of Sam's distraction and had grabbed a brownie off the plate, shoving it in his mouth quickly while her back was turned.

Sam looked at him suspiciously, while he gave her his best innocent look.

"Did you just shove that whole brownie in your mouth?"

He shook his head, his brown eyes wide and blameless. Jack was much better at the innocent look than Ian.

"Ask him what the capital of Texas is..." Ian suggested.

Sam looked at Jack, expectantly, and O'Neill shrugged his shoulders, trying to chew without her noticing.

"Ask him what his dog's name is..." Cassie said, giggling.

Jack threw her a look that only made her laugh harder, and Sam smiled as well.

"You're going to choke on that thing if you don't chew it."

Mumble mumble...

Which translated into 'chew what?'.

She shook her head, and ran her fingers lightly through his hair. Like Cassie; Sam loved Jack most when he was in this kind of mood – not that she didn't love him every other time as well, but he was so charming when he was being bad that she wasn't immune to it. She turned to Ian, who had shoved the last of his brownie into his mouth – mainly to keep Jack from snatching it.

"Are you still hungry? I can't leave the house because I have pies baking, but I'd really like some French fries."

"Want me to go get you some?" He asked, clearing his mouth quickly with the help of the glass of milk. He remembered seeing a Wendy's somewhere close by, and figured he could find it again.

"If you're hungry, you could..." Sam said. "I don't want you to go out if you don't want to, though..."

"I could go," Jack said, finally getting his own mouth cleared of brownie while she had her attention elsewhere.

"You just hit your head," Sam reminded him. "I'd rather we waited and made sure it's not seri-"

"It's not serious," Jack told her. "I just hit-"

"Hit your head," Sam said. "Yes, I know. And I just said I want to keep an eye on you until I'm sure you're okay. And I want some French fries." She looked over at Ian. "You have a driver's license?"

He nodded.

"Then you can take my car, if you don't mind going."

And miss a chance to drive her car? Not likely. Ian grinned.

"Sure."

"I'll go with him, Sam," Cassie said. "To make sure he doesn't get lost."

Politeness warred with the desire to tell her that he was more than capable of finding his way around the quiet streets of the neighborhood without her help. Ian managed to keep his mouth shut, but Sam must have noticed the annoyed look in his eyes.

"If he wants the company, Cass," Sam said.

Ian shrugged. Sam had just told him without so many words that she trusted him – not only with her car, but to be able to find his way around on his own – so he could be a little generous as well.

"If she wants to come, she can."

Jack frowned, looking at Ian and then at Cassie, but although he saw a lot of eagerness in the girl's expression, he could tell that Ian honestly couldn't care less whether Cassie went with him or not. Which meant he wasn't trying to get her alone to make a move on her.

"Great. I'll get my coat."

Ian looked down at himself; he was dirty but no so bad that he couldn't be seen in public. Besides, he didn't know anyone around here that he had to impress anyways.

"Where are you going to go?" Jack asked.

Ian shrugged, looking at Sam. He'd eat anything.

"You have a preference?"

"Dairy Queen?" She asked. "They make the best fries. Since Cassie's going, she can show you where it is."

The cadet nodded, and Jack reached into his pocket for his wallet while Sam went to get her purse.

"Get me a banana split, Ian," Jack said. "And something for Doctor Fraiser – in case she shows up while you're gone. We don't want her to feel left out."

"I'll buy, Colonel," Ian said, waving away the twenty Jack tried to hand him.

"That's Jack." Jack reminded him, putting his wallet away. "And just for that, you can buy me a cheeseburger, too – and get a quart of plain vanilla so Jaffer isn't left out."

"Yes, Sir."

Cassie came bouncing up, more than ready to be off, and Sam handed Ian her keys.

"A large fries, okay?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"And lots of fry sauce."

He wondered if he should have made a list.

"You want some ice cream?"

She smiled.

"Surprise me."

Which he was pretty sure meant yes. Ian nodded, and headed for the door with Cassie right behind him – admiring the view from behind once more. Jaffer bounded for the door as well, and Ian glanced at Jack who nodded. If the dog wanted to go – and no shock there, since he loved going for a drive – he could go.

"Have you just set the wolf loose among the sheep?" Jack asked, watching the two of them as they went out the door, Jaffer a step behind them.

"Ian's not going to do anything inappropriate..."

"I wasn't talking about Ian," Jack said.

Sam chuckled, and went to put the first aid kit away – then decided she might as well leave it out. With these two... you never knew.