"Hey, Dad." Sam said, walking into the kitchen the next morning.

"Hi, Sammy."

She smiled. "You haven't called me that for a few years."

"Well…" He said, shrugging. "I haven't exactly been around that often over the last few years."

"So, Jack made the coffee," Sam said, reaching for a glass.

"Actually, I did." Jacob said, not looking up from his paper.

"Oh." She said, genuinely surprised. "You're losing your touch."

Jacob looked over his paper at his daughter. "Huh?"

"Your coffee used to be…more appealing than Jack's." She said, reaching for the orange juice.

"Sorry to disappoint you." Jacob said, drinking his own glass of orange juice.

She turned. "Why aren't you drinking coffee?"

"Selmak doesn't like it." He said, simply, returning to his paper.

"You gave up coffee for your symbiote?" She asked, feeling bad about refusing to drink his coffee.

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry."

"It's no big deal." He said, not even glancing up from the international news column.

"No. I'm sorry for not realizing that you made the coffee for us."

Jacob shrugged. "It's okay. I guess I should have realized that not everyone wants a cup of coffee in the morning."

"Dad."

"Sam, I said it's okay."

"No, it's not. Did Jack even try it?"

Jacob set down the paper. "Yes, Sam. He had a cup on his way in to the SGC. He had to be there early this morning."

"So, that's for me."

"I said it was fine."

She reached for a coffee mug and poured the last of the coffee into it. "The least I can do is finish it off."

She forced herself to drink half of the cup over the next few minutes, while Jacob picked his paper back up. Yep, her father had definitely lost his touch. It wasn't that the coffee was bad, necessarily, it was actually quite good. It just…didn't hit the spot like her father's coffee had done before.

"It's good coffee." She said, forcing a smile.

"Sam, why is this so important to you?" He said, setting the paper down for good.

"What?"

"This coffee thing. Why's it bothering you? I told you I'm fine."

"It's not bothering me."

"Then, why are you making such a big deal about it? If you don't want coffee, don't drink it."

She took a deep breath, setting down the coffee and picking up her orange juice. "So, Jack had to go in early?"

Jacob picked his paper back up, grateful that the crisis had been successfully dealt with. "Yep."

"Dad…"

"What?"

"Can you at least put the paper down?"

"Why? I'm catching up."

"Well, you know, we don't get to talk a lot. And you seem to have a lot on your mind."

"Sam, I'm on vacation. I'm trying not to think of anything." He said, complying with his daughter's request.

"Well, Jack doesn't think so. He suggested that there was something that you're not telling us."

Jacob masked his surprise rather well. Had the Tok'ra called ahead to warn Jack of his senile father-in-law and the senile Tok'ra that shared his body? Had they told him that nothing he said could be trusted? Just the product of an overactive imagination?

"You told him to jump in a lake, didn't you?"

She smiled. "Well, I did ask him if he meant a mission for the SGC like Anise."

"And?"

"He said that he thought you were lonely, rather than an actual mission."

Jacob raised an eyebrow. "With Selmak in my head? Never."

"He meant…a different kind of lonely."

Jacob reached for his daughter's hand, supportively. "It's sweet of you two to worry about me. But I'm fine. Really."

She nodded. "I know, Dad."

"You're lying." Selmak whispered.

"No. I'm reassuring my daughter." Jacob replied.

"You're lonely. But you don't want her to think that you're being unfaithful to her mother's memory."

"Would you please be quiet?"

"Listen, there's no reason you shouldn't be able to start dating, Jacob. You and I are going to be here for a long time, after all."

"Yeah. Can I please wait a while before I tell Sam that her husband's thoughts were right? That the Tok'ra council thinks that we're crazy and that nothing either one of us can be trusted as genuine intel?"

"I wasn't the one who spilled the name of the system lord. If you hadn't told Garshaw that it was Zeus, we wouldn't be in this mess!"

"Aw, shut up!"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I said, shut up!"

"Fine!"

Jacob breathed a sigh of relief. Now, that his thoughts were his own, he could finally ask what had been on his mind. "Sam, is there any chance that you and Jack have something to tell me?"