"We had dinner," Sam said to Shawn and the others, but there are plenty of leftovers..."

Well, not plenty. Ian and Teal'c had seen to that. But there was still a lot of food left – certainly enough for three.

Gina shook her head, though, smiling at Sam.

"Dotty was pretty specific, Sam. We're not to eat dinner with you guys – or else we'll make James' mother feel bad for not being able to eat the meal she helped make."

"And I'd never cross Shawn's mother," River said, smiling as well. "That's one tough lady, you know?"

"She'd have to be for putting up with you," Ian told him, reaching a hand out to Jasmine, who was still tucked under Jack's arm.

Jasmine stretched her head out as far as Jack's grip on her would allow, and licked Ian's fingertips delicately. Jack smiled – both at the jibe directed towards River, and because he knew Ian was admiring Jasmine – which made sense, of course, since she was the most perfect little girl lab in the world.

"Ian? Did you meet Gina?" Sam asked, pointedly. Of course he hadn't – Gina had been too busy introducing herself to Maggie.

Ian shook his head, turning his attention from Jasmine to her owner, who was looking at him now in a similar manner to how Cassie was watching River. He put his hand out, nowhere near the flirt that his roommate was.

"I'm Ian."

She took it, blushing slightly for absolutely no reason, and gave him a slight smile.

"I'm Gina."

Ian nodded, "I've heard a lot about you."

"You have?"

"Sure. Your mom's a dance instructor, right?"

Gina looked over at Shawn, who obviously had been the source of information, and then back to Ian.

"Yeah."

"Ian dances," Maggie said from where she was sitting beside Nathan, her hand resting lightly on his on the table. "He doesn't make it public knowledge, but he's very good."

"Gina's great," Shawn said. "Her mom's taught her everything from ballroom to Jazz. She taught Teal'c to Tango." He added, pointing at the Jaffa, who nodded his agreement.

Which explained to Maggie why Gina knew who she was. Ian's mother smiled.

"Your mother sounds like a remarkable woman, my dear."

Gina blushed, and smiled proudly. She thought her mother was remarkable, yes. It was nice to hear someone so respected in the dancing community agree, though.

"Thank you, Mrs. Brooks."

"Call me Maggie – everyone does."

"I don't," Ian said.

"And I'll toss you in the harbor the minute you do," Maggie reminded him.

River snorted, and came over to sit in the chair beside her – vacated by Ian.

"I knew I was going to like you, Maggie," he said. "Would you consider throwing him in a snow bank or something – just as a warm up? That's something I'd like to see."

"Are you going to let him talk like that?" Jack asked Ian, smiling.

The cadet shrugged.

"It's a little crowded in here for me to kick his ass, Jack."

"Watch your mouth, Ian," Maggie said, sharply.

Ian flushed, and River smiled, smugly.

"Yeah, Ian... watch your mouth."

Maggie slapped the back of River's head – not hard, but enough to get his attention.

"You, too, young man."

It was River's turn to flush, and Sam smiled. Obviously, Maggie was used to dealing with her hot-tempered son, and River was no match for the woman.

"Yes, Ma'am."

Ian smiled, crossing his arms over his chest, pleased. He'd put up with anything from his mother – and very rarely swore in front of her – but he loved it when someone else tried to get something past her, because she had no problem keeping everyone in check – and never had.

"Would you care to step outside, Hayden? I'm pretty sure I can handle anything that you can hand me-"

Shawn stepped in at that point; because no matter how innocent this was going to start, he had a feeling that nothing good could come from a physical contest one on one between his roommates. The two of them had become pretty good with each other – they hadn't actually tried to start anything confrontational in months – and Shawn didn't want them to start, now.

"I think stepping outside is a –"

"Great idea," Jack said, handing Jasmine over to Daniel, who took the squirming puppy more than willingly. "I'll get the football."

He started for the closet.

Sam rolled her eyes, and looked over at Janet, who frowned.

"Ian's hurt, Colonel..."

"I'm fine," Ian said, automatically. He loved football, and hadn't played since his last game in high school. "Football it is. Coming, Hayden? Or don't you know any sport that doesn't involved the risk of being eaten by a shark?"

With a challenge like that – thrown down so casually – River was never going to decline, and Ian knew it.

The blonde cadet stood up, grinning.

"I'll play."

"Shawn? You playing?"

Shawn nodded. Why not?

"Gina? Cassandra? Interested?"

Both girls shrugged.

"Sure."

"Why not?"

Cassie knew how to play and was gratified that she'd been invited. Another notch in Ian's favor as far as she was concerned. Janet's frown grew more pronounced.

"I don't want you guys picking on-"

"She'll be fine," Ian promised. "We won't play tackle."

"I'm okay, mom," Cassie assured her, smiling. "Jack taught me all I need to know about football."

"Eating hotdogs and cussing at the referees is hardly enough to keep you from being killed..." Janet said, but she shrugged. If she wanted to play, who was she to stop her?

Sam laughed, and stood up.

"I'll play, too, since you're not playing tackle."

Jack frowned this time – as did Ian, Shawn, Jacob and Daniel.

"But-"

Sam raised an eyebrow – a perfect imitation of Teal'c's eyebrow thing. It was a definite challenge to all of the overly protective men in her life.

"Yes?"

"You have to be on Teal'c's team," Jack said. That'd keep her from being smooshed accidentally.

Sam nodded; like she didn't want to be?

"Let's take this outside..."