Frowning, Ianto gathered up yet another stack of empty pizza boxes destined for the recycling bin.
“We’ve all been eating way too much junk food lately,” he commented. “If the trend keeps up, we’re going to start looking like pizzas.”
“Round and delicious?” Jack asked.
“No; crusty and cheesy with too much fat.”
Jack looked down at himself, suddenly worried. He’d gone up a notch on his belt recently; that was probably from excess pizza.
“Okay, point taken. I guess a healthier diet couldn’t hurt.”
“Good, that’s settled. And Jack?”
“You can break the news to Owen,” Ianto smirked.