Setting a steaming mug down beside Tosh, Ianto held out a bag.
“Chocolate covered ant with your Weasel coffee?”
“Oooh, yes please!”
Tosh took one, biting into it.
“Mmmm, lovely. Have you tried the grasshoppers?”
“Yep. I prefer the ants though, they have a nuttier flavour.”
“I think I’ll try the salt and vinegar grasshoppers next time. I eat far too much chocolate.”
Ianto pulled a catalogue from his pocket and flipped through it.
“I’ll get some toasted ants then. Owen, care for an ant?”
“I’ll pass. You two are seriously weird,” Owen muttered.
“No sense of adventure.”