Jack and Ianto had spent several hours dealing with aliens who hadn’t believed they were on earth, instead of the Hydrofax pleasure dome. Now it was late, they were starving, but they were finally back at the Hub.
Ianto slumped wearily onto the old sofa while Jack set out Chinese takeaway. As they helped themselves and started to eat, Torchwood’s Pteranodon fluttered down to join them.
“Jack? Why is Myfanwy looking at us like that?”
“Ah.” Jack looked at his food. “I ran out of her barbecue sauce last week and used Soy sauce instead. I think she liked it.”