The Docks, Saturday

[nofishinmypond]

Jack emerged from the Homer's cabin a little groggily, flopped into his chair, and stared up at the sky. Apparently, he'd spent an entire WEEK as a LITTLE TEAPOT. Oh, he bet THAT had played well on the radio. Later, when he found out it hadn't even been mentioned because his mun's retconning like a mad fiend, he'd be disappointed. For right now

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[asgardcreated]

Jon wandered up to the boat, cupcake in hand and called out when he saw the sign.

"What if I'm just bringing food, old man?"

[asgardcreated]

"Like, what? Four?" He hadn't bothered to figure it out, because he was still sending gag gifts to people and charging them to his Jack's credit card.

"And we're always right. Except when we're wrong."

[nofishinmypond]

"Something like that," Jack agreed. He hadn't bothered to figure it out, either. "And no, CARTER's always right. Us, we're only human. Or, you know, whatever the hell you are."

[asgardcreated]

Jon held up a finger. "Now, she's not always right. Just like Daniel isn't always right. And I'm human, or they never would have let me out of the mountain."

[nofishinmypond]

"You're not human, you're a menace," Jack countered. "And I just have to assume that Carter's right, because most of the time I can't understand a damn thing she says."

[asgardcreated]

"I am not a menace, I'm a younger, better looking you." Which was very true, the girls told him so. "And when she isn't right... BOOM!"