It was an uncharacteristically lazy day at Torchwood. The Rift was quiet, all essential work had been done, so the team had been playing games and just relaxing.
Delicious smells were coming from the kitchen area where Ianto and Jack had decided to cook something up for dinner instead of resorting to takeout again.
“Dinner’s ready,” Jack called, starting to dish up the sausage casserole.
Owen frowned at their plates. “How come Ianto always gets the biggest sausage?” he demanded.
Jack smirked. “You had your chance, Owen, but you turned me down.”
“God, it’s always innuendo with you, isn’t it?”