Double Drabble: Clever
Title: Clever
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Team.
Rating: PG-13
Written For: Challenge 753: Balance at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: There’s a knack to safely serving hot beverages around the Hub.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
His silver tray laden with five steaming mugs of coffee, a small pitcher of cream, a bowl of sugar, and a plate of biscuits, all deftly balanced on one hand, Ianto made his way to the boardroom, pushing the door open with his free hand.
Approaching his colleagues, seated around the table, he distributed the drinks, then with a flourish, set the biscuits, cream, and sugar within easy reach of those most likely to partake, before setting the tray aside and taking his seat to Jack’s right.
He raised an eyebrow at Owen, seated at the opposite side of the table. “Is something wrong with your coffee?”
Owen shook himself. “No, coffee’s fine, just… How the fuck do you do that?”
“Do what?” Ianto’s second eyebrow joined the first.
“Carry all that stuff on your tray, one-handed, without spilling a drop. It’s unnatural!”
Ianto smirked slightly. “I have very steady hands.” He held them out as if having his fingernails inspected. “See?” It was true that there wasn’t the smallest detectable tremor in either hand.
“Well yeah, but…”
“Plus, I took the liberty of welding stasis technology to my tea tray. It makes my life so much simpler,” Ianto admitted.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Team.
Rating: PG-13
Written For: Challenge 753: Balance at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: There’s a knack to safely serving hot beverages around the Hub.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
His silver tray laden with five steaming mugs of coffee, a small pitcher of cream, a bowl of sugar, and a plate of biscuits, all deftly balanced on one hand, Ianto made his way to the boardroom, pushing the door open with his free hand.
Approaching his colleagues, seated around the table, he distributed the drinks, then with a flourish, set the biscuits, cream, and sugar within easy reach of those most likely to partake, before setting the tray aside and taking his seat to Jack’s right.
He raised an eyebrow at Owen, seated at the opposite side of the table. “Is something wrong with your coffee?”
Owen shook himself. “No, coffee’s fine, just… How the fuck do you do that?”
“Do what?” Ianto’s second eyebrow joined the first.
“Carry all that stuff on your tray, one-handed, without spilling a drop. It’s unnatural!”
Ianto smirked slightly. “I have very steady hands.” He held them out as if having his fingernails inspected. “See?” It was true that there wasn’t the smallest detectable tremor in either hand.
“Well yeah, but…”
“Plus, I took the liberty of welding stasis technology to my tea tray. It makes my life so much simpler,” Ianto admitted.
The End