"Just slide right in," Sam repeated with a straight face. "No lube required," he added after a moment.
Derek snorted. "You two are insane, but we like insane. We'll keep you around now that our cable subscription has been cancelled."
Sam did not roll his eyes, because he was a SEAL, but he really wanted to. "Most prehistoric tools were made of bone and stone, because there was no metal, which is what I was thinking of. Didn't any of you ever go to the Museum of Natural History? You two have the Smithsonian at home. I bet my kids-" There was a small pause. He did a good job at concentrating on the here and now, and not get distracted with what they had left behind, but there were moments when it all came back. "I'm sure they still remember this stuff, but we can wait until tomorrow. Being buried alive is on my list of things to avoid." It was probably one of his worse fears and didn't want to relive it in a dimension with limited access to tools.
"Em says we wait. Who am I to upset her now that we have a plan to get laid," Derek said with a smile. "However, that T Rex idea is cool." He knew that it was totally insane, but he was still grinning. "Although I don't know how we'll get up on. They are what? Six feet to the saddle. maybe we should start with something slightly smaller." He looked at Callen and grinned. "How about the velociraptors? They are faster and smaller."
"And they eat you a lot quicker," Sam said. "Prentiss, knock some sense into your partner. G, we can have this discussion in private, like right now." And if G remembered the damn velociraptors after he was through with him, then Sam was losing his touch.