Funny Sort Of Weevil Hunting
Gwen drained the remains of her tea and then slammed the cup down on the table, standing up with the intention of running after Andy and telling him where to get off.
“Funny sort of Weevil hunting,” She commented as she passed a kissing couple who were huddled in the corner, by the window.
Ianto tried not to, but laughed into Jack’s mouth all the same.