Ianto bustled around the supermarket, loading supplies for Christmas into his trolley. Sprouts, parsnips, spuds, carrots, mince pies, Christmas pudding, custard powder, cheesy biscuits, sausage rolls, a turkey, stuffing mix, Christmas crackers… One by one he crossed items off the very comprehensive list he’d written the night before.
Jack trailed behind him, looking bemused and occasionally adding something that wasn’t on Ianto’s list; crisps, chocolates, a couple of bottles of really good white wine. He stared at the item Ianto had in his hand.
“Ianto? Why do they call it cranberry sauce when it looks like a jar of jam?”