Wait until Martouf finds out Jack's gonna be sharing Daniel's bed. Room. Bedroom. Cough.

Daniel, who is still not too fond of beer and is accustomed to Jack stealing them from him anyway, relinquishes the bottle without argument, frowning slightly when Jack's stomach growls. "When did you eat last? Never mind, I can guess." He gets up and walks over to Bar. A few minutes of flattery, cajoling and apologies for Jack's trigger-happiness ensue. When he returns, he's got food, which he puts down in front of his friend, and a cup of coffee for himself. "Eat that."

Steak. And potato. Bar must like Daniel. All the flattery.