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Ianto Jones can be found in the hotel kitchen, surveying a now-clean coffee pot and a freshly descaled kettle. He knows he doesn't have to do this, that the hotel will do it for him if he waits long enough, but he takes an odd sort of pleasure in doing the same everyday tasks whether he is here or back at the Hub

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[51stcenturyman]

And Jack... he's in a pair of leather pants and white tank top and leather vest. This would be the dress wear of the old Jack. The Jack that Rose and Nine know and love. This would also be his arms encircling around Ianto's waist.

"Hello good lookin'."

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Ianto, as if recognising the embrace, presses back against Jack, shoulders to chest.

"I believe the phrase you're looking for," he says, sounding amused and without missing a beat, "is 'what's cooking?'"

[51stcenturyman]

"Is it?" Jack asks with a smirk, kissing the side of Ianto's throat.

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The answer is dry and dryly serious. "I have no doubt."

[sweariwontdie]

Armand peeks into the kitchen. It's still just a little intimidating. "Oh, I didn't realize anyone would be here." He smiles. "M. Jones, isn't it?"

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Ianto glances back, his demeanor nothing but pleasant. "That's right, but Ianto is fine. Come on in."

[sweariwontdie]

"Are you sure?" But he does step inside, looking around for what he needs to make tea.

[coffeemagic]

Did we mention the freshly-descaled kettle, sitting right in front of Ianto and free for the taking? Fairly certain we did. "Quite sure. Public kitchen, of course. And I'm just finishing up."

[aces_are_rare]

With hair still damp from her shower and eyes only half open, Ace wanders into the kitchen. Mornings are not her best time. She stares blankly at the empty coffee pot and glistening tea kettle.

"I'll give you a million pounds for an IV of caffiene."

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He looks over, a little crinkle of amusement around the eyes. When he answers, though, it's completely deadpan. "Flat out of IV needles, sorry, but I can do you a cup of coffee if you'll wait a moment."

[aces_are_rare]

"I suppose I can survive a few minutes." Yawning, Ace sunk onto one of the kitchen chairs and rested her head on the table.

[coffeemagic]

"Right," he says, as if to himself, as he picks up the coffee pot and seeks out coffee beans, "industrial strength for you, then."