“I don’t get it. We went to so much trouble finding a suitable mate for Janet and they can’t stand each other! What’s the problem? They’re both weevils and Brad is quite the looker by weevil standards.” Jack couldn’t conceal his exasperation.
“To be fair, it’s not Brad’s fault,” Owen said wearily. “He fancies Janet, but she’s not interested. Her heart’s already taken.”
Just then, Ianto wandered in carrying several steaming mugs. “Coffee?”
Janet moaned softly, yearning towards the Welshman.
“Oh, you have gotta be kidding me!” Jack sounded shocked.
“Nope! She’s smitten.”
Ianto shrugged. “She really likes my coffee!”