She blinked, staring up at him. Of course pipes would break. She shook her head. Could nothing go right? This was a sign. This was a hint that this was not a good idea. It was as if the gods were sending down a message. Still, Ianto was smiling, very warmly at her, and it was hard not to be melted by that smile.
"If you have something, then I am easily put in your hands. Is it a nice place?"
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