“What’re you messing about at?” Owen asked, poking his head into Jack’s office. “Aren’t you finished yet? Don’t know what’s takin’ you so long; those things are easy as pie to put together.”
Jack glared at Owen from where he sat on the floor, bits of flat-pack cabinet scattered around him, instructions clutched in one hand and screwdriver in the other.
“If it’s so simple,” he snapped, tossing the screwdriver towards Owen, “you do it!”
An hour later they studied their handiwork. It didn’t look right and they had some extra pieces.
“We should’ve waited for Ianto,” Jack muttered.