"I am not! I'm nothing like her!" huffed Vala, folding her arms across her chest. Her cold had finally gone away, but she'd still been sick enough the night before to be able to wheedle him into watching It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. Peanuts had become a regular fixture in Vala's life since she'd discovered the Sunday comics, and she'd been thrilled to discover that the strip had been adapted for television.
"C'mon. Holding the football and pulling it away? Tell me you wouldn't!" he challenged.
"I wouldn't," she insisted as they paused in front of the freezers to pick the desserts Daniel had paid for with the rest of their meals. "Ooh, look, darling. Red ones!"
Daniel smiled and shook his head, gesturing for her to take the popsicles out. She grinned mischievously and grabbed them, then bounced over to the table where the rest of SG-1 was having lunch. Once there, she doled out popsicles to each of them and then stood beside an empty chair, giving Daniel an expectant look.
Cameron gave a small snort of amusement and Sam hid a smirk behind her hand. Teal'c commendably showed no reaction, but as Daniel set the lunch trays down and moved to pull out Vala's chair, he had the distinct feeling that the Jaffa was laughing behind his stoic expression.
"Thank you, Daniel," Vala smiled, giving his cheek a peck before sliding into her seat. Then, turning to Cam, she said, "Mitchell, settle an argument for us."
"Oookay," he replied, looking warily from her to Daniel and back.
"I don't know, Cam, I'd stay out of romantic squabbles if I were you," Sam advised.
"Indeed," agreed Teal'c.
Vala ignored them, smoothly explaining, "Daniel keeps saying that I am Lucy. I told him that's ridiculous, but he insists."
Cam laughed, shaking his head. "Sorry, Vala. This time I gotta agree with Jackson. You are definitely Lucy."
"What?" Vala's mouth dropped open. She quickly recovered, though, and stabbed a finger at him, replying, "Fine, then. If I'm Lucy, then you are Snoopy!"
"Snoopy!" Cam cried in protest.
"Hey," laughed Sam. "Does that make Teal'c Woodstock?"
The Jaffa's eyes narrowed at the question and he turned a frown on his teammates, pronouncing firmly, "I am not Woodstock."