❝ if you’re SURE. i’d hate to upend any plans you had with cassie or anything. ❞ when she releases janet from the hug, she’s grinning and quickly moving to pull something from her bag. ❝ LUCKY FOR US, i managed to snag a bottle of wine from some interplanetary dignitary or something. and i’ve heard it’s MUCH better when you share it. ❞
“---Cassie’s eighteen, she’s off with her friends partyin’ and probably won’t be back until tomorrow.” Janet’s worried sick, but her daughter knows to be careful and she won’t take away her freedom. If her daughter needs help, she knows to ring her or a member of SG1. Pushing her worries aside though, she looks over to Debra and watches her root in her bag.
“Now you’re speaking my language.” she says as she sees the bottle, eyes lighting up. Everyone’s always telling her to let her hair down and have a few drinks - she’ll need more than a few to ease the amount of stress she’s under - and she’s decided to see if their suggestion holds any merit.
“This isn’t some kind of mom trick to get me talkin’ about things though, is it?”