"Perhaps if I did it the correct way. Didn't much enjoy the last time I traveled through time, or dimensions, or whatever the hell that was," Ianto said. He wasn't all that hungry anymore, but he finished with his piece of pizza and grabbed a napkin to wipe his hands off with.
"I'm a fan of my feet being on the ground right now. Enjoy my own time for a bit." He didn't feel like he did that enough to begin with. He spent his days working all the time and chasing weevils. Getting up he stretched, regretting it as soon as he did, folding his hands behind his head. "Anyone need some more coffee? Napkins? New shirt?" Ianto said, seeing the grease start to drip from the slice Jack had.