“The legs are too long,” Owen complained, trying on his new suit. He was taking Tosh to a swanky restaurant for their anniversary and wanted to look smart, but so far he looked anything but.
“That’s what you get for buying off-the-rack,” Ianto said, looking the medic up and down critically. “Try before you buy. Still, you got lucky.”
“You call this lucky?”
“It fits well aside from the legs. Stand on the stairs.”
“You’ll want both legs the same length when I alter them.”
“You can do that?”
“In half an hour they’ll look made to measure.”