“Tosh, I’m so sorry,” Owen said miserably. “This wasn’t how I wanted our anniversary to go, especially after we had to work last year.”
“We’re Torchwood, Owen, we all know stopping an alien invasion takes priority over personal plans.”
“But I wanted this year to be perfect!” Owen sounded so mournful, Tosh wanted to hug him, but that probably wouldn’t be the best idea. She slapped at a straying hand.
“But it itches!”
“I know; that’s what this lotion is for!”
Just their luck that Lily had come home from preschool with chicken pox and infected her father!