The bag of chocolates sitting beside the coffee machine looked so tempting; Gwen was sure no one would mind if she had one.
Popping it into her mouth, she delighted in the chocolate and the crispy inside. Checking to make sure there were plenty left, she took one more, crunching it up quickly.
“Morning, Gwen, I’ll have coffee ready shortly,” Ianto said breezing into the kitchenette. “Ah, that’s where I left them.” He picked up the bag. “Myfanwy, loves chocolate covered scorpions.”
Gwen’s eyes widened and her face paled.
“Scorpions?” she squeaked, then fled.
“What’s up with her?”