Author's Notes:
My second drabble for Challenge 432: Tone at tw100.

Summary: Gwen needs to work on her alien languages.

Communicating with the latest aliens to accidentally wind up in Cardiff was proving tricky. The small, pink beings were friendly enough, but their language consisted of whistling in different tones. Gwen tried whistling back, but whatever she ‘said’ seemed to offend them. The two big ones turned bright purple, whistling shrilly and covering the ears of their little ones.

Thankfully, Ianto arrived and took charge. Before long, the visitors were on their way to their intended destination.

“I’d expect that from Jack, but not you, Gwen.”

“What did I do?”

“You said you wanted to lick them all over.”


The End