"It was an alien pregnancy," he told her, as if that said it all, and it probably did. He winked. "And yes. Ianto's a god of many things, actually!"
He watched her try on the jackets, offering tidbits of (mostly unhelpful) advice as she went along, and then took the bag with the other two in once she was done. Never let it be said that he wasn't a gentleman - in most ways, at least.
"All right, what's your fancy?" he asked, running through the various options in his head and opting for what was closest. "There's a cluster of all sorts of different cuisines just round the corner, called Little Earth. Just about anything you could think of there!"