Disclaimer: If I owned Stargate, I would so not be on this planet right now. And my ancient Hebrew paper would rock, but that's another story.
Spoilers: As a good friend of mine once pointed out, to have spoilers, one needs a plot.
Rating: PG
Summary: Traditionally, this is where one would outline the plot. And I would. If there were one. JS and a whole lot of fluff this way lies.
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"You have a beautiful brain," came the whisper, almost too low for her to hear.
The fingers that wove their way into her short hair were expected. The comment was not.
"That last person who told me that want to stick an egg-beater up my nasal cavity, puree my brain matter, drain it out of my skull and sell it to the highest bidder as some sort of intelligence boosting breakfast smoothie."
There was a pause, but the fingers kept moving.
"You are also very weird."
She smiled against his chest. "Oh please, like I haven't heard that before."
"Well, grade eleven biology was a while ago, but I seem to recall something about the brain communicating with itself using electrical impulses, which I always took for granted would be lightning. When you see lightning in the sky, the more of it there is, and the more twists and turns it takes make it more pretty. Therefore, your legendarily overactive brain must be beautiful."
"A sound scientific analysis." She said. "And all this time, I thought you didn't like scientists."
"It is a bit of a shock to be turning into one gradually myself. Must be all the unhealthy company I keep." he admitted generously. "Still, there are a few things about some of them that I like."
"Just a few?" He didn't need to see her face to know it bore an impish grin.
"Well I don't mind astronomy. And the whole 'repeat experiments multiple times while slightly altering the variables' thing has a certain kind of charm."
"It's called the scientific method." The part of her brain that registered the change in the movement of his fingers was neither scientific nor methodological. She looked up at him. "Any experiment in particular?"
They were both grinning now.
"Oh yes," he said, moving again, "Very particular."
And that was the end of that conversation.
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AN: For the record, the Egyptians used a hook to remove the brain during mummification, and they probably didn't eat it. In fact, they threw it away as useless because they believed that a person's mind, body and soul were controlled by the heart. They weren't far wrong.