It wasn’t how they’d expected the afternoon to go, but really, there were worse things to be doing.
Ianto waved to Tosh and Owen in their boat across the other side of the pond.
“How many have you got?”
“Thirty two so far, what about you?”
“Ha!” cried Jack triumphantly, “We’re winning; this makes thirty eight!” He upended his fishing net and dropped another glowing disc in the bottom of the boat he shared with Ianto. “Steer left, Ianto, I see three more over there.”
Ianto smiled and started rowing. Who else went fishing for alien data discs but Torchwood?