If Jack wore a tool belt and trousers, Ianto would poke fun at him before shagging him senseless. Jack, the Tool Man, Harkness. It was an amusing idea, to say the least. "So long as you feel at home, here," he replied and reached over to catch his fingers in the handle of his mug. Cautiously, with a full mug and a mind to steep stairs, Ianto decended down into his basement, their basement, the basement, whatever!, and tried to ignore all the dust and mess of building.
Remodelling was a messy business, he supposed. The most he's ever done was general fixing things around the house. Never anything on this grand of a scale. "Are you planning on making it look just like the hub or are you looking for something different? Well. Similar but different." He'd have to start looking into places where Jack could find a boardroom table and chairs. Maybe interesting bits to go on the table. Most probably a decanter set, though Ianto wanted that to be antique and a surprise gift. He figured he had time enough to find that.