Coming up from the garage, Ianto could hear the faint, tinny sound of Owen’s novelty Santa singing Jingle Bells. He groaned. Even from a distance it grated on his nerves.
“You okay?” asked Jack.
“Could’ve sworn I turned that bloody Santa off before we went out!”
“Maybe Owen turned it on again to annoy you.”
Ianto shook his head.
“He left early to take Tosh out to dinner.”
Making their way into the Hub, Jack started to laugh.
There was Nosy, wiggling and jiggling about in front of Santa.
“What’s it doing?” Ianto asked, puzzled.