"Oh, not much. It's just seltzer and raspberry syrup." Ianto quoted a price, really just a couple of dollars, and he turned towards a rack of bottles of syrup and plastic cups. It'd take no more than a moment or two to fill the cup and stir it round with a long spoon.
"Been in town long?" he asked, setting the cup down in front of gloved fingers with a straw and a lid. The gloves were a bit odd, weren't they? Jalil was inside, now, and it was quite warm in the cafe.