Author's Note: Nope, Anna's not one of the twins. The twins were Andrew's aunts. This is his sister – who in Snowbunnies was 16 and had a thing for Daniel. Micah was in Snowbunnies, too.

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Under the best of circumstances, Ian was what could only be called a hearty eater. He was more than capable of polishing off enough food in one sitting to sufficiently feed two or three people, and had proven it on more than one occasion – although he rarely had the opportunity to gorge himself all that often and never did it with fast food, which was his main fare now that he was more or less living on his own.

The breakfast Miyra Stephens put in front of him was home-cooked and the first pancakes he'd had in forever, and had it been normal circumstances, he'd have shown her just how healthy his appetite was. But he was in an unfamiliar house, surrounded by unfamiliar people, with a little kid who kept badgering him with questions and a young woman who kept watching him – although she was trying to hide it. All in all, it didn't do a lot for his appetite, and Ian only managed to politely choke down a pancake and some of the sausages by the time Andrew finally made an appearance in the kitchen.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, sitting beside Anna and helping himself to a couple of pancakes when he saw that Ian was eating as well. "I was up late last night and slept through my alarm."

Since Ian had a fair idea that Andrew was up late the night before working on lessons with Thor, he was hardly going to berate him for it – although he really did wish that the guy had been sitting on the porch waiting for him.

"No problem."

"What are you two going to do today?" Miyra asked curiously as she refilled Ian's glass with juice without asking him, and then did the same for Andrew's.

Since Ian really didn't have a clue – all Teal'c had asked was that he spend some time with Andrew that morning – he shrugged.

"Maybe go for a drive or something."

"Ian has a convertible," Andrew said, rolling a pancake around a couple of sausages and dipping it in syrup before taking a huge bite.

"Nice," Anna said, approvingly.

The cadet shrugged, trying to look nonchalant, although that convertible was about the coolest thing he'd ever owned in his life.

"Why don't you take Ian up and show him the lodge?" Miyra asked, sitting down and joining them now that everyone had a full plate in front of them. "Micah, stop doing that," she chided, taking the syrup away from the seven year old who had been dripping it onto Shadow's nose when he thought his aunt hadn't been watching.

Andrew looked over at Ian, clearly asking him if he was interested, and Ian shrugged his acceptance. He'd heard about the lodge that Andrew's grandmother owned. It was as good a destination as any – as long as Andrew didn't expect him to try skiing or something.

"We could do that," Andrew said, nodding.

"No skiing, though," his mother said, waving her fork at him. "Shelby's not there, and I don't want you guys getting in trouble."

"We won't." Andrew promised.

"You want me to go with them and keep an eye on them?" Anna offered.

Ian scowled. He was twenty, for shit's sake, and certainly didn't need a babysitter. Not to mention he had absolutely no intention of taking some strange girl anywhere – especially the way she was looking at him.

Miyra shook her head, though, before Ian could say anything.

"They don't need a babysitter, Anna."

Besides, it would have shot down any chance of getting her son to talk about whatever it was that was bothering him if Anna had been there as well. Probably Andrew would have decided to not go at all.

"Besides," Andrew said. "Ian doesn't need you staring at him all day."

"Andrew!"

Miyra reached over with her free hand and made a half-hearted swipe at him, unable to keep the amusement out of her expression, but also unable to let such rudeness pass.

Anna blushed, and tossed her sausage at him, although she missed and Shadow ended up being the recipient of the flung meat.

"I wasn't staring at him, you little geek. I was-"

"Don't call your brother a geek."

"Well he is," Anna said, petulantly, still blushing hotly.

Ian scowled again, and drank down his juice.

"The lodge sounds fine, Andrew," he said, giving Miyra a questioning look.

"Just don't ski," she told him, smiling.

He shrugged. The last thing he wanted to do was go skiing – or one of the last things, anyways.

"I don't ski, so that's not a problem."

Miyra smiled.

"We'll have to take you up some time – probably next year, though, unless we get another good snowfall this winter. Andrew could teach you – he's a fine skier."

Unwilling to commit himself to going anywhere that would require him to tie boards to his feet and cruise down a mountain out of control, Ian just shrugged again.

"Come on, Ian," Andrew said, stuffing the last of his breakfast in his mouth and standing up, taking his plate and glass with him. "We'd better get going if we're going to go up there. It's a fairly long drive."

"No speeding," Miyra said, looking at Ian as he stood as well, picking up his own dishes, too. Andrew was already opening the dishwasher – evidence that even though his mom made them breakfast, they still had to clean up after themselves.

"No ma'am."

Ian wasn't going to speed. It was one thing to speed and risk his own neck if he crashed; it was another to risk someone else's son. He'd never do that.

"Can I come?" Micah asked, looking hopeful – as any seven year old would when faced with a chance to go on an adventure with bigger kids.

"No," Andrew said, although Ian could tell he was far gentler about saying no to Micah than he had been saying no to his sister. The young man wasn't completely heartless, after all. "We'll bring you back a surprise, though." Andrew added, before the little boy could become too disappointed and make a scene.

"Really?"

Ian shrugged, and nodded.

"Sure."

Why not? It was a small price to pay to not have to put up with him all day and not have to feel guilty for not bringing him.

Micah obviously would still have rather gone, but Miyra stepped in before he could decide to make a fuss.

"You can go next time – when Uncle David and I go up to close the upper rooms down for the spring."

Mollified, the boy nodded, and Miyra waved the other two out of the kitchen.

"Be good, Andrew."

Andrew rolled his eyes – but Ian noticed he didn't do it until he'd turned away from his mother.

"Yes, mom."

Miyra smiled – she wasn't fooled for a moment – and turned her attention to Ian.

"If he gives you any trouble, you have my permission to toss him off the mountain."

Ian snorted in amusement, giving her a smile of his own.

"Yes, ma'am."