J/D Holiday drabble

ALIENABLE RITES

 

There were sausages on bread, strangely shaped vegetables charred and glistening with oil. Cold salads, and something hot, yellow and spicy. Large birds slow roasted over sweet-smelling wood fires.

 

There was beer. Served at the ideal temperature, in mugs that perfectly maintained that perfection. Amber-hued, frothy, full-bodied.  “Damn, that’s good!” Jack declared.

 

There were pies. Two fruit and one nut, still warm, paired with rich cheeses.

 

“Best treaty we ever signed,” Jack said happily.

 

Later, SG-1 and Earth’s newest allies stretched out on blankets, and Daniel’s little finger hooked over Jack’s as fireworks erupted in the night sky over PY7-476.