Ianto had been to the bakery to pick up afternoon snacks. Really the team should be eating more healthily, but with all the running around they didn’t seem to be putting on weight. Besides, they all knew they were more likely to die from something alien related rather than high cholesterol anyway.
“Ooh, cakes!” Gwen bounced over then frowned. “Where are the cupcakes?”
“We always have cupcakes,” Ianto replied. “I felt like a change, and these looked really good.”
Jack grinned, selecting a cake. “You know what they say, ‘A little fondant fancy does you good’!”
Ianto didn’t correct him.
A/N2: For those who don’t know, the real saying is ‘A little of what you fancy does you good.’