This week's challenge.
Category: Fluff, Humour, Romance.
Oatmeal was a strange stuff. It had the consistency of wallpaper paste and was pretty … bland.
Jack O'Neill lifted his spoon and considered his oatmeal.
Bland.
But add some syrup, or some strawberry jelly – or sugar, for traditionalists – and it became a delicious sweet treat.
Besides, he'd needed to switch his breakfast choice after those damn… two months … three months? … of looping wherein he'd eaten nothing but Froot Loops.
Of course, good things had happened during that time as well.
Smirk.
Samantha Carter looked over at the smirking General. "What's so funny?" she asked.
"Oh, nothin'," the man told her.
Then got that cat-and-the-canary look he'd taken to wearing when he was having a private joke.
"Just enjoying my oatmeal."
"Okay." He could be so strange at times, but over the years she'd come to find it endearing. "I'm afraid you won't be able to finish it, though."
"Carter …," he whined. "I'm a General; I want my oatmeal."
"Fine," she said and pushed herself away from the table. "I'll just go and have our daughter then. See you later."
"Bye," he returned absently.
Jack poured some more syrup onto his oatmeal and stirred it with his spoon.
"Wha …?"