Jack popped his head up from his bunker, a puzzled look on his face.
“Ianto, have you seen my grey braces? They seem to have gone missing.”
“Ah, sorry about that. I borrowed them while you in London last week.”
“Well, I’m sure they looked very good on you.” Jack leered and waggled his eyebrows.
“Oh, no, not to wear! Owen and I needed to make a giant slingshot to throw a net over the bat creature that’s down in the cells. Your braces were the only stretchy things we could find that were strong enough.”
“MacGyver would be proud!”