“Have you been up all night?” Abbie asked.

Javier Esposito: former Army Special Forces and current baby whisperer.

In which there are cookies.

Danny and Rusty stood on the Ponte Santa Trìnita doing some discreet surveillance.

Danny did not start out having a bad day. It is important to note that.

“Why do you always do this to me when I’m driving? Is this some kind of psychological conditioning you’re doing so that I’ll always let you drive?”

In which there is an early morning call-out, breakfast food betrayals, the pulling of pigtails, and a groove that gets lost and found.

Esposito liked to keep things neat, orderly. His clothes, his desk, his apartment, sure, but his desire for order applied to other things, too. Like his privacy, his personal life.

In which the blueprints are wrong, Hardison and Eliot make out, and nobody mentions French existentialism at all.

When he rolled out of bed that afternoon, heated up some Philly Steak & Cheese Hot Pockets for breakfast, and then went to the office, Alec Hardison was not expecting to experience a paradigm shift.

It happened while he was eating dinner at a nice restaurant in San Francisco, fancy enough but nothing too chi-chi because Rodney actually liked eating portions larger than a command crystal, on a date with his girlfriend. Rodney hadn’t been on a normal Earth date in years even before he went to the Pegasus galaxy, and it was making him a little nervous. Jennifer, at least, was used to his babble and was still smiling at him. She’d ordered a bacon cheeseburger and was wearing a hot little black dress. Rodney thought she was awesome.

“Just over three weeks until we go home,” Rodney said. He knocked over the pepper shaker and scooped it back into place without pausing. “It’s a little late, but I’m thinking about making an advent calendar for Teyla.” Rodney didn’t know what to put in it, though; Ronon probably could help with that.

Jennifer laughed a little. “We are home, Rodney.”

“Bones, prepare to be my date.”

John turned over in bed and stared at his alarm clock. 5:58am and the alarm wasn’t even set. He didn’t need to get out of bed. In fact, John didn’t have to do anything for the next two weeks. Some of his buddies from Colorado Springs were supposed to fly down and visit him during his vacation, but their plans had fallen through last week and John didn’t know how he was going to fill the time without some kind of natural or man-made disaster to fix. Maybe he’d take up surfing. Or speed chess. Video golf.

“In which John and Rodney are idiots, although perhaps not more so than usual.”

When undercover assignments, a bent ray, and body glitter become mutually inclusive…

“I could kiss you,” Ray said.

Bribery will get you somewhere.

“At least it wasn’t a Russian mail order bride.” Set during those mostly-missing six weeks on Earth in episode 3x10 - The Return, Part 1.

Wherein Dick gets whammied, sex is had, Tim fails to deal, and then there are pastries.

In which Rodney doesn’t get any blue Jell-O, and thus the entire universe is conspiring against him