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[coffeemagic]

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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[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."

[coffeemagic]

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."

[aces_are_rare]

"Thadda be good," Ace murmered. Short of a Dalek attack or the like, the only thing that got her going in the morning was coffee. The rest of the day it was tea, but morning called for more caffien than tea could provide.