Ianto sat beside Jack, setting Jack’s lunch on the couch between them and resting his own plate on his knees.
Jack eyed the carrot suspiciously.
“Now what’s wrong? I washed it thoroughly, even put it on a plate for you. Not that you bother with plates most of the time anyway.”
The rabbit looked pointedly at Ianto’s lunch.
“No way! Rabbits don’t eat pizza. You’d never digest it.” Ianto had never seen a rabbit glare. He glared back. “You’re a rabbit. The scans prove it. Eat your carrot.”
Reluctantly, Jack started gnawing the carrot, holding it still with his paw.