Because it's Pi Day!
"Hey Sam." Daniel appears in her lab.
Sam nods at him. She's tinkering with a naquadah generator. Finally she puts down the screwdriver and smiles at her friend. "Hi Daniel."
"Super Bowl Sunday is this week. Coming to my party?"
Sam remembers the last one. Sharing pie with the Colonel, winning some serious cash, those really good sandwiches. She smiles. "I wish. I'm on duty this weekend."
Daniel's face falls. "Oh, can't you switch?"
Sam shakes her head. In fact, she traded shifts with someone to cover. "Sorry Daniel."
He smiles and leaves her to her tinkering.
Sunday night, she signs out. A long quiet duty shift. Which was nice, but there's only so many reports she can read. She listens to the game on the radio as she drives home. She could go to Daniel's but by the time she gets there, the game will be over.
An hour later she's pulling a pie out of the oven. She stares at it. "Why on earth did I do this?"
She packs it up and gets in her car. Knocking on the Colonel's door she thinks of leaving the pie on his doorstep.
"Hi Carter," Jack O'Neill stands in his hallway. He smiles at her. Casually dressed in sweats, a curling USA shirt and heavy socks he looks better than he has any right to. Sam's mouth waters.
"Hi, sir." She smiles at him. "May I come in? I have pie."
He stands back and lets her in. "Didn't go to Daniel's?"
"I was on duty." She reminds him.
He nods. He does the scheduling for most of the base. "You could have gone to his party. I mean they might not let you bet," he laughs.
Sam giggles at the memory. "Yes, probably not." She shrugs. "I just didn't feel like being around that many people," she tells him.
He nods again. "Well, curling's on. Have a beer and a seat."
"You promised to explain the game to me, someday."
Jack quirks an eyebrow. "Is this someday?"
"I made a pie."
"I have pizza." He counters. He grabs a plate, a few slices and shoves them in the oven.