Everyone looked up as Ianto entered through the cog door, looking rather put out, with a containment box in one hand and a large, white rabbit tucked under the other arm. It was wriggling.
“Stop that,” Ianto told it crossly. “I’m not putting you down here. Myfanwy might decide you’d make a good snack.” The rabbit immediately went still, looking oddly worried.
Ianto put the containment box down beside Tosh. “Be careful with it, but try to figure it out. I’ll put Jack in his office and give him a carrot.”
Tosh stared at the rabbit. “Jack?”
Ianto sighed. “Yep.”