Who: Ianto Jones and the Ninth Doctor What: Teatime and conversations Where: The cafe When: Saturday April 5th Rating: D for Doctor Status: In progress and semi-closed
It was ... very slow, today, actually. Ianto stood with his back against the counter and one well tailored leg crossed over the other, watching spring happen outside his plate glass window. The wind could still be bitter, but the sigh of emerging green and life was a hopeful thing. Sort of matched how he was feeling, actually, he thought, lifting the cup he held in cradled hands up to his lips. There were still bitter things in his life, but everything was growing and hopeful and alive.
Now if they could only resolve the growing crazy that was going on. For all that he complained about it, though, he rather liked the puzzle and he rather loved that Jack was so enthralled by it. Now that the weather was getting on towards nicer, they should probably go visit the stone plinth. Probably should ask Owen along, he figured. Owen did claim to have seen the carvings before, after all. After a moment of deep thought, Ianto pushed up from his perch and wandered back towards the teapot he had out. Tea, today. He was pretending to be British.