"You got a linguist a word-of-the-day calendar, Sir?" Sam's eyes narrow and her lips twitch into a curious grin as she turns the desk calendar over in her hands.

Jack shrugs. "Yes, I did."

"May I ask why?"

"Because it's hilarious, Carter," he says, plucking the calendar from her hands and placing it carefully against the garish birthday paper. "He'll be beside himself, but also afraid of being too impolite in front of Doc Frasier and Cassie." His long fingers fold the first edge of the paper precisely along the bottom of the box. "Tape, please, Captain," he says, eyes sparkling wickedly.

Sam giggles and reaches forward to press the tape down, securing the paper against the box. "You're terrible, Sir."

"Oh, pshaw, Carter," he says, now folding over the edge of the top side of the wrapping paper in a clean line before pulling it taut over the gift, holding it secure, "I'm a delight. Tape, please."

"Yes, Sir." She complies, pressing the tape over the seam of paper and grinning.

Jack rotates the small box and uses his fingers to push the open-ends of the wrapping in toward each other, carefully pressing in the creases. He presses the top triangle down, then folds the lower one up over it; this time, Sam is already reaching to place the tape before he asks. He raises his eyes to meet hers and smiles broadly. "Thank you, Captain." They repeat the process for the final side, and he slaps a little bow on the top.

Sam gently turns the gift around with one finger and nods as she admires his wrapping job. "Lovely, Sir. I'm ashamed to admit, I didn't expect you to have it in you."

"Anything worth doing is worth doing well, Carter." He winks. She nods. "That includes gift-giving, so I did also get ole' Danny one of those fancy boring books he likes."

"Of course you did, Sir."

"Wanna help me wrap it and then get a beer?"

"I'd love to, Sir," Sam beams her brightest smile at him as she readies another piece of tape.

"Sweet."