Author's Notes:
My seventh (and final) drabble for Challenge 317 – Mammoth at tw100. This one’s a bit of a stretch. Apologies!

Summary: Gwen doesn’t get puns.

Over lunch, Gwen regaled the team with the tale of the moth that had got into her flat last night.

“It was horrible, fluttering around the lights, bumping into walls. I was scared it would get caught in my hair! It took Rhys nearly half an hour to catch it and put it outside. I really hate moths, especially the big ones, and that was the biggest one I’d ever seen. I’m not joking; it was huge!

“Maybe it was a mam-moth,” Ianto teased.

Gwen just looked at him, frowning.

“What?”

Ianto rolled his eyes.

“Never mind, bad pun, sorry.”


The End