Eames probably would have been pleased with a sandwich, but Arthur's got a knack for making Eames happy in surprising ways.

Snippet, in which pancakes are made.

AU: Rodney's in the Canadian Air Force. He likes cats. John's an aerospace engineer. He wants kids. There is no Atlantis, but there is sushi, Captain Underpants, the end of the world, and the flagrant misuse of alien technology.

"Yeah," Joe says, calling his bluff but unable to keep from smiling, "yeah, I'm hoping you'll be my first off-screen dude-on-dude kiss."

Arthur/Eames domestic adventures. Or: the mystery of Eames' disappearing underpants. Or: what Arthur wants to do on his birthday. Or: how Arthur and Eames learned to live together, put up with each other's weirdness, and learn that being a BAMF doesn't mean you can't also be a dork.

In which Eames builds a nest and (accidentally) lures Arthur into it.

He didn’t mind the vast amounts of money he could charge, he didn’t mind the glory, but now he had a flat, a car parking space, and a warm body to sleep next to--he was beginning to mind all the travelling.

Eames’ job overruns three days, which is about the upper limit of Arthur’s patience. After three days, he starts to worry.

A Renovations snippet about Arthur's nemesis... that horrible old fridge.

“You’re the first person to pull off inception,” Mal says, to Eames, not bothering to mask her own delight, “and you did it with your penis!”

When Alex Summers broke out of supermax to rescue his stupid kid brother, he had no idea it was going to be so fucking complicated.

After accomplishing pants, both coffee and Steve come surprisingly easy, because both are in the kitchen.

"But you have to do it proper," Raven's blue fingers played with the corner of the book's pages. "Erik, he does, like, he does it like you're my lunch."

"I've only just started, just wait," Charles said cheerily. He turned back to the book and continued to read, "I'll eat half of you now and save half for later-"

"You're not doing the voices," Raven whined. "Erik does," and this time, out of her tiny mouth came a pitch-perfect mimicry of Erik droning in his native accent, just subtle enough for a four-year-old to still understand the words, "I'll eat half of you now."

"I'm sick," Eames said.

"Yes, but with a cold. You're not dying."

"Would you drag yourself away from that screen even if I was?"

"Of course," said Arthur, "I wouldn't let you die in our living room. It would decrease the selling price of the apartment."

The original plan had been, in fact, to honeymoon in Spain.

In the not so distant future, Merlin builds a tower. That's not suspicious at all.