Season: season 3
Series: Stargate SG-1
A drabble coda to "Fair Game."
No dough, no foul.
After the minor distraction of saving the world, SG-1 assembled in O'Neill's back yard to burn meat in honor of Carter's promotion.
Daniel was fussing over the condiments when Jack shooed him off with a spatula. "You're not grovelling for the Goa'uld anymore, Daniel. Sit down and make yourself useless."
Sam joined him at the picnic table. "So, Daniel, what was the pettiest need of the Goa'uld? Did you have to apply Nirrti's kohl for her?"
Daniel smiled. "You won't believe it."
"Tell me. That's an order."
"Yes, Major. Let's just say that Cronos's hair isn't naturally curly."