Pulling on her black jeans, Gwen discovered to her horror that she couldn’t fasten them around her waist, and they felt suspiciously tight elsewhere. She knew she’d gained a pound or two lately, thanks to the Torchwood fast food diet, but this was far worse than she’d thought. Changing into a looser pair, she went into the kitchen where Rhys was getting breakfast.
“Nothing for me this morning,” she told him. “I’m going on a diet,”
“I’m getting fat, couldn’t even fasten my black jeans.”
“Sorry, love. Forgot to tell you I accidentally shrank them in the wash.”