Jack was slumped at his desk, so deep in thought he didn’t even Ianto enter.
“Penny for them?”
“What?” Jack looked up, startled.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
“I’m not sure they’re even worth that much.”
“Tough.” Ianto tossed a small coin onto Jack’s blotter. “That’s the lowest denomination we have these days.”
Picking up the coin, Jack studied it. “Estelle used to save all her pennies in a jar. When it was full she’d donate the money to a good cause.”
“She sounds like quite a lady.”
“She was. I wish you could’ve met her. She would have liked you.”