What we've learned so far: Davy's female, parents are Sam and Daniel, "abilities", speaks Ancient, crashed into the Gateroom, ya-da, ya-dah, saves Daniel's life

From the (mentally recorded) Journal of Davy Jackson

As I was reaching for the last container of blue, someone reached as well. I looked up to see… Doctor Daniel Jackson.

He looked back at me. "Ah, um… hi." He glanced down at the Jell-O we were both reaching for and picked it up. "Here." He handed it to me. "You can have it."

"Thanks, Dad." The words came out of my mouth automatically, and Dad flinched. "Sorry, habit."

He pushed his glasses back up his nose and smiled awkwardly. "It's alright." He shrugged. "It just takes a little getting used to."

The conversation again died in the background. I looked up; it had not died because of me this time. Well, not directly, because Samantha Carter, Mom, had entered with the rest of SG-1 in tow. She immediately locked eyes with Dad and I swear, you could've heard a pin drop. Everyone was waiting for something. I'm not sure what and I'm not sure I wanna know. I mean, what kid wants to know what their parents are thinking 100 percent of the time. But, anyway, the moment passed and they got in line behind us.

Jack, tactless and currently without a clue, looked at my tray. "Hey! You took the last of the blue Jell-O!" He sounded miffed and slightly wounded. "I'll trade you for the green." He put on his trade-mark puppy-dog pout and inched the aforementioned Jell-O toward me.

I didn't buy it. "Hah. Nice try, but we both know that the green doesn't taste like watermelon, which is what you're going to suggest, but, in fact, lime. So, no." I grinned as his face fell. "But I'll share if you ask nicely."

"Pretty please, with sugar on top?" Jack was always the comedian around me. Now was no different. Uncles are universal.

I grinned wider as I grabbed my Sloppy Joes and my shadows found adequate food. Jack looked at the SFs with me. "She'll be eating with us today."

The SFs shrugged; it was no skin off their noses, and you don't say no to Colonel Jack O'Neill (except me, and occasionally SG-1 and Hammond).

However, out of the corner of my eye I watched Mom and Dad eye each other nervously.

Jack now clued in on the tension rising between Mom and Dad and subtly moved so that our order was Dad, me, Jack, Mom, and Teal'c, who had yet to add to the conversation.

In difference to technetium, the "Um, well" conversation is coming up pretty soon. Davy does some evesdropping. (Wiggles eyebrows)