"She certainly seems that way," Sarah Jane said, recalling the girl's enthusiasm for inventing and her meticulous notes. She smiled as well, and looked back out at the snowball fight as Gwen mentioned the canon. "A canon? Now I've heard everything." She chuckled.
So the planet could brew her tea and Ianto's coffee, even though Ianto's recipe was apparently a personal secret. Definitely more evidence to support the "psychic planet" theory. And the rooms cemented the theory further. "Mine is just like my bedroom back home in Ealing. There are a few differences, things from my attic that are special to me, or that I find useful quite often have turned up on my bookshelf, and the desk from my study is against the wall. Bath's the same as well, only a bit tidier than the one at home." She grinned cheekily, then sighed. "The one thing the planet hasn't replicated for me, no matter how much I've thought about it, is Mr. Smith. Perhaps it figures that having Mr. Smith would be too easy." She looked at Gwen. "Have you lot asked for anything from your HQ, any high-tech whatsits that you weren't given?" She was curious as to the limits the planet might put on them all.