Jack was imagining that Ianto had found someone, wasn't he.
Ianto eyed the bag dubiously for a moment. All the flotsam and jetsam Jack had collected over the years and all he had with him was a little bag. It seemed sort of diminishing, oddly. Ianto wasn't certain he liked it. "Then there are probably a few things I should tell you. Come on."
He led the way to a table tucked up into a corner, out of the way of the few people lingering in the cafe, sipping coffee and reading papers. "There's .. a good bit of weird to this place. It's only fair to warn you."