"It's another fucking fertility ceremony, isn't it?"
"Yeah." Daniel shoved a hand under his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "It is."
"And we have to go along or we don't get the naquada."
"So it seems."
"Oh, for crying out loud."
"I think that's the general idea, Jack."
"Why is it always us," Sam muttered, glaring at the line of half naked young men kneeling in front of them proferring clay cups filled with a fragrantly steaming beverage. "How come this sort of thing never happens to SG-3? They'd probably enjoy themselves."
"You did not enjoy yourself the last time this occurred, Major Carter?"
"Now you've done it..."
"Up yours, Daniel."
"I think that's the general idea, Sam."
Sighing deeply, Sam ignored the juvenile snickering Daniel's response had garnered from the colonel, and patted Teal'c gently on the arm. "I did enjoy myself the last time this happened. And the time before that on PK7 53R. And on PST 347 the time before that..."
"You bailed. Some crap about giving blood to the goddess."
"A perfectly valid excuse, sir."
"Kind of put a lot of pressure on poor Daniel though."
"You did not enjoy the pressure, DanielJackson?"
"It certainly sounded like he did. I could could hear him all the way over in the menstrual hut."
"Eww. Carter, ixnay on the enstrualmay. And, Daniel, after everything we've been through, how are you still able to blush?"
"Beats the hell out of me. And could you please keep your hand off my ass until after we drink this stuff."
"It does simplify writing up the mission report, sir."
"Good point. So?" Jack O'Neill glanced over at his team, once again willing to give their all for the galactic good, and then out at the natives, most of whom were already throwing themselves into the festivities. "We need the naquada."
"Yes, sir. We do."
"Not arguing, Jack."
"We have a saying on Chulak that I believe is relavant to our current situation." Teal'c reached out and picked up the cup nearest him. The rough clay made almost delicate by the size of his hand, he lifted the cup in salute. "Dartan ee'ca."
"I think that's the general idea, Teal'c."
"And a translation for those of us who don't speak twenty-three languages?"
"That would be bottoms up, Jack."
"What, is it my turn again?"