The team were in costume for a Halloween party on the Plas.
“Why’s Teaboy wearing a purple curtain?” asked Owen, who was rather unimaginatively dressed as a doctor.
Ianto rolled his eyes, but it was Jack, dressed in a short white tunic and sandals, who answered.
“It’s called a trabea, Owen, a ceremonial toga worn only by the Emperor.” He placed a circlet of vine leaves on Ianto’s head to complete the outfit.
“Huh. So if Teaboy’s the Emperor, what does that make you?”
Jack winked lasciviously.
“Every Emperor needs a slave.”
“He gets to feed me grapes,” Ianto smirked.