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.
Ianto rolled his eyes.
“Never mind, bad pun, sorry.”