Ianto had been busy in the kitchen, baking for Christmas, when a call came through from Tosh. She needed something from the archives but couldn’t find it. Taking off his apron, he hurried over to the Hub.
When he got back an hour later, he headed straight for the kitchen, hoping certain delicacies would be cool enough for freezing, but stopped dead at the sight before him. His pristine plum pie was full of holes.
“Jack! What on earth are you doing?”
Jack held up his thumb. “Doesn’t work. I kept sticking it in, but I didn’t get a plum.”