Despite living in Cardiff for the best part of a century, Jack had never really got to grips with the language. However, even though he failed at speaking it, he did understand a fair few words.
It had been a relatively quiet day, and with nothing better to do, Jack was trying to juggle. He was doing quite well until he fumbled a catch and the balls went everywhere, knocking over the wooden block tower Nosy had been building.
Annoyed, Nosy glared at Jack and pointedly lined up six blocks.
Jack frowned. “Ianto, have you been teaching Nosy Welsh?”