There was nothing like lunch in a nice restaurant, Ianto thought. Too bad this restaurant wasn’t nice. He and Jack had driven out to Swansea to investigate reports of mysterious lights in the sky, but had found nothing. Getting hungry, they’d found a restaurant that didn’t look too busy and ordered something to eat.
Turned out there was a good reason the place was half empty; everything was overdone and tasteless, a good trick considering they’d only ordered sandwiches.
“Next time, we should pick a busy restaurant and wait for a table,” Ianto decided.
Jack nodded. “Let’s do that now.”