Arriving at work one day in the middle of March, Ianto stepped into Jack’s office, stared at Jack in horrified fascination, and quickly shut his eyes before the image could sear itself into his brain.
“What the hell are you wearing?”
Jack stood before him attired entirely in green: tunic, indecently tight leggings, and a hat with a feather, perched at a jaunty angle on his head.
“D’you like it? It’s St Patrick’s Day, so I thought I’d dress appropriately as the good saint himself!”
“Jack, that’s a Robin Hood outfit.”
“Really? Darn, I always get those two mixed up…”