"You're kidding, right?" Sergeant Pinvidic set down his computer tablet as he gave Coughlin and Reed an expression of disbelief.

"Nope," Coughlin replied. "We'd like a set of dog tags for Captain Tuttle. Poor guy doesn't have any, after all, so we decided to get him some."

The supply sergeant continued to stare dubiously at the pair. "Okay, you two, who's the joke on this time?" he asked after a moment.

"Who, us?" Reed rolled his eyes. "You wound me."

"No, but I might if you don't answer the question, wise guy," the Marine drawled conversationally.

Coughlin looked at Reed and shrugged. "Might as well tell him, I guess."

"Might as well."

"And we didn't actually start it, in fact."

"For once."

"Yeah, well-"

"Are you girls going to keep gossiping, or are you going to answer my question?" Pinvidic interrupted, still in the same conversational tone.

"Oh, right. Woolsey's the target," Coughlin explained. "Chuck's the one who brought us in on this little operation."

"Chuck? The guy that Woolsey always calls 'Chet' for some reason?" The sergeant's eyebrows rose nearly to his hairline – or rather, where his hairline would have been, if his head wasn't shaved smooth. "You'd think a paper-pusher like Woolsey would have learned the name of his primary gate-tech by now. Little details like that are important."

Coughlin's hopes perked up, along with his ears. "So, you'll help us?"

"I didn't say that, Coughlin. Chuck may have started this 'operation,' but you two have undoubtedly already hijacked it and taken it to a whole new level," Pinvidic replied swiftly. "Don't get me wrong, Chuck's a nice enough guy for a Canuck, and his hockey team isn't that bad at all, but what's in it for me?"

"Making Woolsey look like an idiot?" Coughlin suggested brightly.

Sergeant Pinvidic gave him a withering look. "That the best you can do? Woolsey doesn't need any help to do that. Have you seen the table in the Stargate Ops conference room?"

Coughlin and Reed shared a glance. What could they get for the man who gets everything?

"What sort of thing are you looking for?" asked Reed straightforwardly, figuring it was the quickest way to reach the significant portion of this conversation.

"Well, I already have a good supply of kopi luwak, so that's out," the supply sergeant mused. "Plenty of spices in the rack. Oh, I know just the thing, boys. If you get me some peppermint, I'll get you your dog tags for Captain Tuttle."

"Peppermint?" asked Coughlin in confusion. "Like, 'Get the sensation' peppermint?"

Reed sighed sadly. "No, he wants actual peppermint. From the plant"

"Got it in one, Reed," Pinvidic replied. "Did you know that peppermint is a hybrid? Technically, it's a cross between watermint and spearmint. Peppermints rarely produce their own seeds. Unfortunately, we haven't found a single planet in the Pegasus Galaxy with a decent facsimile of peppermint. But you managed to bring a pot here after your last leave, didn't you, Reed?"

"You can't be asking me for the whole plant, Sarge!" objected Reed. "It's simply not worth it!"

"Wait, you managed to get a potted plant here, Reed? Where'd you hide the thing?" asked Coughlin in surprise.

"Hey, Coughlin, knock it off. We're trying to negotiate here," the supply sergeant barked. "I'm a generous guy, Reed. I'll let you keep the plant in exchange for a regular supply to be mutually determined once I examine the plant."

Reed pursed his lips for a few moments. "Done and done."

"Great. Now I just need to know Captain Tuttle's vital information to put on the tags," Pinvidic grinned.