"They're going to write books about you and that rather spectacular general of yours, you know," Vala said, flopping into a chair.
Sam sat down across from her. "I sincerely hope we're all dead and gone before anyone's writing books about the Stargate."
"Hmm. That's only likely if this planet is completely populated by the totally unobservant. But I meant," Vala continued, waving her hand, "the steamy kind. With lots of sex. Movies, too. Historically inaccurate romances. Everyone loves a love story, Samantha."
"Oh, God," Sam said, smothering her laughter. "Never mention this again, Vala, or my marriage is doomed."