Rose had to giggle at Gambit's spelling of Ianto's name. As off as his English sometimes was, a Welsh name had to be completely foreign to him. "Hey, it's not an easy name to spell. Not simple and easy like, I dunno, Jack." She put the emphasis on 'easy' with purpose and wiggled her eyebrows up at him.
"Tell me about the Welshman. He's cute. Love his eyes." She took the spot by his side and curled up against his arm. "So, he brews you coffee?" Wait a minute. "How?" There was clearly no such thing as a coffee maker in this crazy planet. The way people had practically danced over coffee and food that morning led her to believe there wasn't much in the way of anything with taste there.
Once again, things weren't adding up to the young Londoner. And she really, really hated it.