Ianto was being completely self-indulgent on his rare day off. Recently, he’d managed to keep up with laundry, cleaning and all those other annoying chores that usually took up his free time. For once the whole day was his to do whatever he pleased.
Today, that meant baking. He had a hankering for homemade cakes; the store bought kind were all very well, but nothing beat home baking.
When Jack arrived that evening, the entire house was redolent with mouth-watering aromas.
“You’ve been busy! What smells so good?”
“Lemon Chiffon Cake, my favourite. Want a slice?”
“Thought you’d never ask!”