Down in the archives, Ianto looked about cautiously, checking the coast was clear, before opening the secret panel and pulling a tin from its hiding place. Setting it on his desk, he opened it and selected two homemade gingerbread cookies shaped like Christmas trees, decorated with green and red glitter.
He’d just hidden the tin again and settled down to enjoy his cookies and coffee when Jack appeared.
Jack reached for one, only to have his hand slapped away.
“Hands off my cookies!”
“Sorry!” Jack retreated rapidly, chastened.
No one came between him and his gingerbread!