Going in search of Ianto one boring afternoon, Jack found his lover down in the showers with the Kneeble colony, letting them splash around in the water, getting clean by grooming each other, and occasionally climbing the walls.
“Lively bunch, aren’t they,” Ianto grinned, watching their antics.
“Very,” Jack agreed as a Kneeble scampered over on its short little legs and scrambled up him to be petted. “It’s amazing how healthy they are on a diet of lichen and slime.”
“To each their own,” Ianto shrugged. “To a Kneeble, slime is the epitome of fine dining.”
“Rather them than me.”