Well, the next scene is about their honeymoon. They feel a little like their wheels aren't quite on the ground because they just returned from a Goa'uld-kicking mission, and they feel like it's supposed to be romantic -- but they're just tired.

"You're supposed to have sex on your wedding night, right?" Jack asks, running his hand through his hair. It stands straight on end and he squints at Daniel.

"A lot of people don't, actually. Statistically speaking. The tradition began as part of a ritual to be sure the union was, um, fruitful..." Daniel took a breath and started talking very rapidly, the way he did when he was nervous. ".. anyway, the new couple had to..." he made a vague spinning gesture with his hands that only Jack could interpret as sexual "... as soon as possible because they were expected to produce offspring within a year or less or else the marriage could be called off."

"Daniel..."

"Hmm?" Daniel stopped mid-babble.

"I'm not going to expect you to be 'fruitful' tonight."

"Oh thank god. I'm beat." He fell back on the bed and let out a breath. "The survey I read was in People magazine but I'm sure they used a reasonable sample size. These days weddings are so stressful, most couples just want to sleep."

"Does blowing one or three Goa'uld motherships count as stressful?"

"I'd call it a full day."

"Good." Jack dragged the covers out from under Daniel and climbed in under them, still dressed. It was a good thing he'd taken off his shoes a minute ago because right now he'd sleep with his boots on. They lay there in blissful silence for a moment. Then Jack had to ask, "You read People?"

"Shut up, Jack."

"I mean, I knew I'd learn some ugly secrets once we tied the knot, but whew--"

"Jaaack."