“You want to do what?” Ianto managed to sound both horrified and incredulous at the same time; his eyebrows took refuge in his hair.
“The Rift’s quiet, the weather’s perfect; I thought it would be relaxing, lounging by a lake in the shade, casting our lines into the water, waiting for a nibble. Just us, alone with nature.”
Ianto wanted to protest that neither of them had a clue about fishing, but the more Jack spoke about it, the more appealing he made it sound.
“I must be insane, but I suppose there’s no harm in trying to catch fish.”
TBC in ‘By A Shady Pool’