"I can't believe you've never had pizza before…"
Sirius shrugged, smiling over at Daniel even as he reached for another slice.
"I've never had a lot of Muggle food," he admitted. "I've tried to avoid them – Muggles, I mean."
"I can understand why," Sam said, pushing her plate away and leaning back in her chair. She'd had a few slices, but it had been more enjoyable to watch as Sirius munched his way happily through their dinner, trying a little of everything and then going back for seconds and thirds of those kinds he'd liked. "But now that you know what you've been missing…"
"Oh, I'll definitely have to have it again."
"It's not like you can just run down to the nearest Dominos, though," Daniel said.
Sirius smiled.
"I have certain advantages, though. I don't need to run anywhere."
"What do you mean?" Jack asked. He hadn't been as hungry as the others, but he never minded sitting and nursing a beer while they ate.
Sirius didn't reply. Instead, he set his slice of pizza down on the plate in front of him and pulled his wand out from the robes he was wearing.
"Watch."
With a wave of the wand, suddenly there on the table was another pizza, identical to the one they'd just demolished.
Jack couldn't help but be impressed.
"Sweet."
Daniel was just as impressed, as was Sam – even though she'd had an idea of what had been coming.
"Can you do that with anything?"
Sirius shook his head, smiling at their reactions. He did love to impress, after all, and wizards were not as impressed with wizarding feats as Muggles were.
"Only inanimate objects."
"Any size?" Daniel asked, remembering how Dumbledore had once summoned chairs out of thin air.
"Not a house or something like that…" Sirius said.
"Another beer?" Jack asked, intrigued as well. There were a lot of uses he could think of for an ability like that – although beer wasn't the highest on the list. It was just the first thing he'd thought of.
"Sure."
Another wave of the wand, and there was another beer sitting in front of Jack.
"Where does it come from?" Sam asked, more intrigued by the science behind the trick than the trick itself.
Sirius shrugged.
"It's magic, Major."
"Sam," she reminded him.
He smiled.
"What about a bar of gold?" Daniel asked.
"Nope. And no diamonds, or anything like that. Not that we can't, but we're not allowed to."
"It'd definitely play havoc with the financial systems if gold started appearing out of nowhere," Sam agreed.
"Exactly."
"How about people?" Jack asked.
"No. Nothing that's alive. There are spells to move people – like portkeys and other things like that – but I can't just bring someone to me. Which is a good thing, really."
Sam nodded, understanding immediately.
"Voldemort would have a field day with a spell like that, wouldn't he?"
"Yes." Sirius' amusement faded immediately at the name. "Harry would be easy pickings – as would yourself, Jack."
"But Voldemort isn't really interested in Jack anymore, is he?" Daniel asked. "Now that he knows that he's not magical."
Sirius shrugged.
"There are more reasons than just that for us to worry about Voldemort coming after Jack – which is why there are still so many protections on the house."
"What kind of reasons?" Sam asked, looking over at her CO, who didn't seem concerned at all.
"Who knows?" Sirius said, shrugging again. "All I know is that Dumbledore isn't convinced Voldemort's finished with him."
"That's not very comforting," Daniel said, looking over at Jack as well.
"Don't worry too much about it," Jack said, shrugging as well. "I'm not."
He wasn't, either. The fact that a wizard might be after him was a lot less daunting than the knowledge that there were system lords out there who definitely were after him. And his team.
"But-"
"It's late," Jack said, standing up and officially ending the conversation. "And Sirius is probably ready to get some sleep." He was several hours ahead of them, after all. "We can finish this in the morning."
Of course, he wouldn't let them finish it in the morning, though. They'd be distracted by whatever projects they had going on at the SGC, and Jack and Sirius had a meeting with Hammond first thing in the morning.
Sam and Daniel stood as well.
"How are you going to explain Sirius?" Sam asked, curiously. "Visiting relative?"
They didn't really look all that much alike, although they had a similar build.
"I'm not sure," Jack said, shrugging. He hadn't given it much thought. "He doesn't look military – not with that haircut." And he had no military bearing whatsoever. "I haven't really thought about it."
Daniel looked at Sirius, his own thoughts running parallel to Jack's even though he didn't know it. There would definitely be questions about the new guy among the soldiers and civilian staff of the SGC. They were sometimes worse gossips than any Daniel had ever seen – and he'd seen some of the worst.
"I have an idea about that," he said, slowly. "If Sirius is willing…"