The candy dish on the desk was full, yet the ambassador had searched a good fifteen seconds without finding what he'd wanted.

Finally, his host observed, "No buried treasure there, huh?"

A bit embarrassed, he asked, "Do you have any blues? They're my favorites."

Without even bothering to check, and with absolute certainty, General O'Neill answered, "Nope."


On an alien planet far from D.C., Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter reached into her uniform pocket for another Jolly Rancher. She unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth. She'd known what flavor it was without looking. Jack always sent her his blues.