Double Drabble: Lunch Orders
Title: Lunch Orders
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Gwen, Owen, Tosh.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 744: Order at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ordering lunch for the team is becoming a nightmare.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto sighed. Ordering lunch used to be so easy; just get pizza and everyone would be happy. Well, not anymore.
Owen would happily eat Meat Feast pizza, but if he wanted that he’d have to get it himself and eat outside. Jack couldn’t stand the smell of cooked meat now that he was pregnant, and couldn’t eat it either, which also ruled out meat pies and those jacket potatoes with chilli sauce that were sold up on the Plas.
Gwen was on a diet and wanted a salad, but the only place Ianto could get the kind she liked was a deli practically the other side of Cardiff.
Jack wanted cheese and pickle sandwiches, which was at least easy enough because he could make them himself from what was in the Hub. Ianto had stocked up on bread, cheese, pickle, and other Jack essentials.
Tosh said she’d have whatever Ianto was having, and he was going to get them both crusty filled rolls from the deli, since he was going there for Gwen’s salad. Then Jack decided he wanted to put chips in his sandwich, the fat, fluffy kind from the chip shop.
Tomorrow, everyone could bring their own lunch.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Gwen, Owen, Tosh.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 744: Order at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ordering lunch for the team is becoming a nightmare.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto sighed. Ordering lunch used to be so easy; just get pizza and everyone would be happy. Well, not anymore.
Owen would happily eat Meat Feast pizza, but if he wanted that he’d have to get it himself and eat outside. Jack couldn’t stand the smell of cooked meat now that he was pregnant, and couldn’t eat it either, which also ruled out meat pies and those jacket potatoes with chilli sauce that were sold up on the Plas.
Gwen was on a diet and wanted a salad, but the only place Ianto could get the kind she liked was a deli practically the other side of Cardiff.
Jack wanted cheese and pickle sandwiches, which was at least easy enough because he could make them himself from what was in the Hub. Ianto had stocked up on bread, cheese, pickle, and other Jack essentials.
Tosh said she’d have whatever Ianto was having, and he was going to get them both crusty filled rolls from the deli, since he was going there for Gwen’s salad. Then Jack decided he wanted to put chips in his sandwich, the fat, fluffy kind from the chip shop.
Tomorrow, everyone could bring their own lunch.
The End