Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 425: Cook at tw100.

Summary: There are many delicious aromas, but this isn’t one of them.

Searching for Ianto one day, Jack eventually tracked him down to the lower kitchen where he prepared meals for Myfanwy and the alien residents. He was slowly stirring a large pot bubbling on the stove, and was sensibly wearing protective gear over his suit as well as a mask covering his nose and mouth to keep from breathing the noxious odours wafting about. Jack’s eyes immediately started watering from the stench.

“If that’s dinner, I’m firing the cook!”

“Sure you don’t want a taste?” Ianto asked sounding amused.

“I’ll pass. What is it?”

“Laundry day. I’m washing the Weevils’ overalls.”

The End