As it turned out, they didn't need to call anyone. While they were still wolfing down their breakfast – well, Ian and Andrew were wolfing, Janet was eating like a human being – the phone rang again.

"I'll get it," Janet told them. It wasn't necessary; neither male had even made a move to leave their plates, and Ian had actually speared another couple of pancakes onto his plate. She smiled. "No… really, guys… I insist…"

Still grinning, she headed into the living room, where she found the phone ringing on the sofa. Assuming it would be Cassie again or maybe one of the O'Neills, she turned on the phone.

"Hello?"

"Yes, Ma'am, this is Geoff Gardner with the Colorado Department of Transportation."

"Please tell me you're working on the avalanche?"

There was a hesitation.

"Yes, ma'am. I was just calling to inform you that we've started the road clean up process and will have the road passable in approximately a couple of hours."

Janet smiled.

"That's good to hear."

"Yes, ma'am. Are you and those with you all right?"

"We're fine."

It was nice of him to ask, though.

"I'll call you when we have it cleared enough that you can navigate the road."

"Thank you, Mr. Gardner."

"You're welcome."

The line went dead, and Janet headed back to the dining room.

To their credit both young men did manage to look up from their meal long enough to make sure everything was all right.

"That was one of the crew working on the road. He says they should have the road cleared enough to 'navigate' it in a couple of hours."

"That's good," Andrew said, shoving a couple of the thick slices of bacon into his mouth.

Ian looked a bit more cheerful about this news, however, Janet noticed. He put his fork down and watched her as she came back over and took her place.

"Are they going to call?"

She nodded and picked up her fork.

"Andrew and I will clean up the kitchen when we're done eating."

"You cooked."

She smiled.

"You're not going to do dishes."

He scowled.

"I can help-"

"You can't get your hand wet," she pointed out. "And even if you try to just dry the dishes, chances are you'll drop them or injure your hand. So don't argue with me."

"But-"

"And stop scowling at me, too," she added. "If you want to help out, you can fold up all the blankets and put them away."

Andrew watched as Ian and Janet verbally sparred and couldn't quite hide his amusement – although he did make sure to keep his head down when he couldn't conceal the smile. He'd never have the guts to argue with Doctor Fraiser – although he was pretty sure that Ian wasn't anywhere near ready to come to a shouting match. He hadn't even said a single swear word, after all.

"Andrew?"

He looked up when Ian said his name, and was promptly dragged into the conversation.

"Tell her I can wash the dishes."

He shook his head.

"You're doing fine on your own."

"She's not listening to me, though."

Andrew glanced over to Janet, and saw the amusement in her expression as well and knew he was right. Emboldened by that knowledge, he joined the game as well, feeling a relief to have someone else to joke with.

"What makes you think she'd listen to me?"

"You're younger, and… I don't know… you still have that puppy dog eyes thing going for you. Put them to use and tell her to stop babying me."

Janet smiled. Ian actually had a very good set of puppy dog eyes when he wanted to use them. She knew; she'd seen him put them to use once before – and had almost fallen for them before she'd realized what was happening.

"Puppy eyes aren't going to help when you've dropped every dish in the kitchen – or ruined my stitches by getting them wet."

"Jack would let me do the dishes."

"Which is why Colonel O'Neill isn't a doctor and I am."

"If it'll make you feel better, Ian, you can wash a load of clothes or something," Andrew said.

Ian's scowl immediately turned on him, and Andrew gave him an innocent look – one that was ruined when he grinned.

"What? Did you drop a washing machine on your head when you were little, too…?"

Janet snorted.

"Smart ass."

But when Ian said it, it wasn't an insult, and Andrew's grin broadened.

OOOOOOO

"You, little guy, are going to have to learn that daddy can feed you when mommy isn't around…"

Jake looked at Jack, his eyes still watery from crying and Jack smiled tenderly at the gaze that was so similar to his own. The infant's eyes, light at his birth, had darkened to an exact match of Jack's own – much to Sam's delight – and at the moment they held an almost exact match to Jack's when he was at his most stubborn. Certainly the lower lip that was sticking out was similar, and when Sam saw it she couldn't stop the giggle – even as Jack pressed the nipple of the bottle he was holding against that little lip.

"Come on, Jake, it's the same stuff mommy gives you – just not in such an attractive canister."

Sam giggled again, and when Jake turned his head at the sound he promptly lost interest in the bottle Jack was trying to give him. Jack scowled.

"You're not helping…"

She shook her head, unable to speak for a moment, but finally managed to choke out an apology.

"Sorry…"

"Why don't you call and make sure Fraiser and Ian haven't killed each other?" Jack asked.

"Fine."

Still chuckling to herself, Sam headed for the phone, and Jack turned back to Jacob, bottle still in hand.

"Okay, kiddo, let's try this again…"