Author's Notes:
Just a silly little one-off drabble, inspired by a prompt on comment_fic.

Warnings: Use of a very bad joke.

Summary: Gwen is shocked and Ianto is exasperated with Jack. Business as usual then.

“Sorry to call you boys in on your night off,” Gwen apologised, “but I don’t think I can handle this by myself. Whatever came through the Rift is alive and pretty big.”

“It’s fine, Gwen, Ianto and I were just having a quickie at the café on the Plas,” Jack explained airily.

Gwen’s eyes widened comically as she stared at them, face turning scarlet.

Ianto rolled his eyes.

“Quiche, Jack. How many times do I have to tell you it’s pronounced quiche?”

“I like my name better,” Jack smirked.

“You just like shocking people to see their reaction.”

“That too.”

The End