Life with Torchwood was seldom boring, even if the team sometimes wished otherwise. The Rift could be counted on to toss out all kinds of flotsam and jetsam, some of it fascinating, some deadly, some completely pointless as far as anyone could tell.
Now they stood staring at the latest object to fall through.
“Is that what I think it is?” asked Owen.
“Looks like an old pot full of gold coins to me,” Jack replied.
“Wonderful,” Ianto muttered sarcastically. “Guess we should expect a visit from a very pissed off Leprechaun in the near future.”
“Oh joy,” grumbled Owen.
TBC in ‘Reclaiming Property’