With a casual pace, Ianto stepped inside the entryway to the place he'd called home for more months than he wanted to recall - and maybe one day, with any luck, this whole year was going to be a time he could happily repress or put down to just another step up the Torchwood learning curve. He surveyed the room to see who was there, brief and perfunctory, locating Gwen on her own before his eyes caught sight of the grocery bag.
"Ah, that'll save me a trip out tonight," he remarked while he walked over, peeling back the handles to gauge a look inside. "More to the point, it'll save me searching around for the right shop which may or may not be where I last saw it. And I thought the constant refurbishments in Newport had been a pain."
Rummaging his hands inside the acquired shopping, he took out a pack of mixed vegetables, peering over at Gwen. Holding her gaze for several moments, he turned away only to put the pack in the appropriate compartment in the freezer, then made his way back over.
"Here. Let me," he offered with a softer tone, giving an indicative nod at the coffee pot. Gesturing at the nearest chair with his hand, the look he gave her resonated with the message to sit down and relax.