"She doesn't have anything to do with Torchwood, or any of that crap." Ianto smiled. "She's smart, beautiful and famous, not that that even matters. I'm happy to see her, I'm not feeling like I should be waiting for a phone to ring and go risk my life." Ianto looked at both lists then screwed them up. "I know some future I have kids with Gwen." He looked at his watch. "But it's not happened yet. Still know that number for the florist?"