Ianto stood on the catwalk outside Jack’s office, surveying the Hub. Nosy and Dizzy were chasing each other, Daisy was shooting hoops with Owen, and Velvet was perched on George’s shoulder while he went about the Hub collecting empty mugs.
To the left, Bob, the rocklike alien, was drowsing, or thinking; it was hard to tell. The alien butterfly sat on his ‘head’, preening, and far above, Myfanwy was circling.
“It’s like an alien petting zoo in here; we could charge admission.”
“But then we’d have to Retcon all the visitors,” Jack replied.
Ianto sighed. “Another great idea shot down.”