"What, can you blame me?" He stretches languidly, one arm hooked over the armchair's back, still-open book deposited facedown on his lap. "Short of an actual digsite or my old office, this is pretty much the ideal dream setting." The inclusion of Seth just goes to complete the picture, but Daniel's going to keep that one to himself.

"Think we're overdue for one of those," he adds, and regrets it at once. As if they need reminders of the plethora of truly awful dream experiences the Rift has seen fit to drag them through as of late.