Ianto Jones wrinkled his nose. “I’ve no idea what this is, but I can tell you one thing; it’s not coffee.”
“It’s synthetic,” the Doctor admitted, “but I’m told it’s almost as good as the real thing.”
“You’re told? You’ve never tried it?”
“I’m a tea drinker; never touch coffee.”
“Hmpf.” Ianto glared at the Doctor, who actually flinched; he was already regretting allowing Jack to drag young Mr Jones along on this trip.
“It can’t be that bad!”
“How would you like it if someone served you ersatz tea claiming it was almost as good as the real thing?”