Double Drabble: Purloined
Title: Purloined
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Gwen, Myf.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 565: Kid / Kidding at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Gwen’s been warned often enough…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Ianto,” Gwen called as he passed her desk, “have you seen a bakery box about so big?” She held her hands about a foot apart. “I was sure I left it on my desk when I nipped to the loo.”
“White, cardboard, with the logo of that new bakery on the side?”
“That’s the one. Where is it?”
“Myfanwy had a box like that up in her aerie; I was wondering where it had come from.”
“Oh, please tell me you’re kidding!” Gwen gasped, horrified. “That was Rhys’ birthday cake! I had it made to order, picked it up from the bakery on my way here!”
“Chocolate?” Ianto enquired.
“Of course, a chocolate sponge with buttercream filling and chocolate icing, Rhys’ favourite.”
Ianto sighed. “Well there you have it. How many times have I told you not to leave chocolate lying around unattended? You know what Myf’s like.”
“But it was a sponge cake, not a bar of that dark chocolate you get for her!”
“Chocolate is chocolate, Gwen. Dark is her favourite, but any kind of chocolate will do. She’s a pteranodon; she doesn’t understand the concept of ownership.”
“What am I going to do?”
“Buy Rhys another cake?”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Gwen, Myf.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 565: Kid / Kidding at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Gwen’s been warned often enough…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Ianto,” Gwen called as he passed her desk, “have you seen a bakery box about so big?” She held her hands about a foot apart. “I was sure I left it on my desk when I nipped to the loo.”
“White, cardboard, with the logo of that new bakery on the side?”
“That’s the one. Where is it?”
“Myfanwy had a box like that up in her aerie; I was wondering where it had come from.”
“Oh, please tell me you’re kidding!” Gwen gasped, horrified. “That was Rhys’ birthday cake! I had it made to order, picked it up from the bakery on my way here!”
“Chocolate?” Ianto enquired.
“Of course, a chocolate sponge with buttercream filling and chocolate icing, Rhys’ favourite.”
Ianto sighed. “Well there you have it. How many times have I told you not to leave chocolate lying around unattended? You know what Myf’s like.”
“But it was a sponge cake, not a bar of that dark chocolate you get for her!”
“Chocolate is chocolate, Gwen. Dark is her favourite, but any kind of chocolate will do. She’s a pteranodon; she doesn’t understand the concept of ownership.”
“What am I going to do?”
“Buy Rhys another cake?”
The End