“Let me see if I understand what you’re suggesting.” Kanzeon wove her fingers together, all her attention on the archaeologist. “We each – on either side of the ‘Gate – pick out people we think could visit without hopefully blowing each other to bits. Presumably, we forward info on these people to the other side, so they can get a yes or a no. And then we let the yes-votes go through the ‘Gate, warning them that the other side is another planet, people do things differently there, and idiots are likely to get shot or otherwise mangled and tossed into jail if they’re lucky. So our embassies can talk to the other side in real-time, without needing to open a ‘Gate just to complain about the bugs in the food. Is that about what you had in mind?”
“Hopefully with less mangling. But, yes.” Daniel raised his eyebrows at Jack.
“Huh.” Jack shrugged at Kanzeon. “We’ll have to run it past Hammond. And I’m thinking we’re going to want to send people as groups, at first. Individual visas would be just asking for trouble. But what do you think about giving it a try? For… maybe three months? Subject to change depending on if people are dying horribly.”
“Hmm.” Blue-violet slid half-closed, eyeshadow casting back the faintest shimmers of sun. “Would Captain Sha count as embassy personnel? I know he may still have living relatives on Earth. It’d be a shame if he couldn’t see them.”
Huh. Sanzo’s little band of troubleshooters ranked very high on Kanzeon’s list of “people to be looked after”, then. Which Jack had pretty much figured, given the whole Sanzo has my nephew’s soul thing. But if Sha was included in Kanzeon’s short list – interesting. “I think the general could swing that,” Jack said judiciously. “He already assigned Sha to Sanzo. Making him part of an embassy? Why not?” He paused. “Fair warning, though. Janet’s going to want to stick everybody with lots and lots of needles before we let people loose on Earth. Especially Sanzo. I don’t know if a kami can catch chicken pox and I sure as hell don’t want to find out the hard way.”
Kanzeon inclined her head, a flicker of amusement in the curve of her lips. “Then I think we might have a basis for an agreement, Colonel. Shall we take a break? After lunch we can write up what we think we’ve agreed to, and see if we all say the words mean the same thing.”
Zing. But sharp. And a heck of an improvement on everybody assuming everyone meant the same thing. “Just one question.”
“Just one?” Kanzeon smirked.
Ha. “I see where Sanzo gets the sense of humor,” Jack said wryly. “Only his has more bullets. And speaking of.” He nodded toward the far windows opening from the garden on a corridor of the palace, where a good eye – especially Teal’c’s good eyes – could make out a few more armed guards holding posts behind strategic furnishings. “Good as we are, I don’t think you have that much heavily armed security set up for just us. What gives?”
“If it were your team I was worried about, Colonel, I’m not sure half the Heavenly Army would be enough.” The Queen’s lips thinned in a delicate frown. “For the same reason Sanzo’s going to be chewing through the furnishings if negotiations take too many more days. Koushu’s been quiet.”