It was lunchtime, but while the rest of the team had gone out to eat, Jack was left sitting on the sofa, alone, picking at his food. He looked up eagerly as Ianto appeared in the Hub, heavily laden with an assortment of bags.
“Ooh, what’ve you got there?”
“Don’t go getting excited; it’s just fish heads for Myfanwy and assorted offal for the Weevils.”
Wrinkling his nose, Jack slumped back onto the sofa and picked up his salad again. Suddenly the diet Ianto had got him on looked a lot more appealing than it had a few minutes ago.