Ianto Jones: National Dish
"Ianto."
"Mm?"
"I don't recall seeing this mug before, is it new?"
"Which one?"
Ianto appeared from behind the cupboard door and Gwen held up a white ceramic mug with little metallic gold rabbits circling the top.
"It's cute... in a classy kind of way, I mean."
"It was an Easter present from my goddaughter Rhiannon. It had a chocolate egg in it."
"Awww, that's sweet," Gwen gushed. "How old is she?"
Ianto looked a little uncomfortable, but answered all the same. "She's thirteen."
"Thirteen?"
"Er... Yeah. It's become a bit awkward actually."
"Why's that then?"
At Ianto's blush, Gwen smiled. "Got a bit of a crush, has she?"
Ianto rolled his eyes and huffed, "She said I'm her Welsh Rabbit."
Gwen's eyes widened but she said nothing. What could she say?
"And then I fell right into it," Ianto went on, warming to his story, "innocent that I am, I said don't you mean Easter Bunny? And she said that it was definitely Rabbit because Welsh Rabbit was so tasty."
"She didn't!"
Ianto picked up a tray and paused with his hand on the kitchen door.
"Then when I told her it was actually Rarebit, not Rabbit, she just raised an eyebrow at me. One eyebrow! Thirteen, going on twenty more like!"
Gwen tried to look suitably shocked though it was difficult - scandalised Ianto was a rare treat, but the young Welshman had pushed the door and begun to leave.
"Someone's going to have to have a talk with that young lady," he sighed.
Gwen grinned as she watched the door closing behind him. Young Rhiannon was not wrong. Doomed to disappointment perhaps, but not wrong.
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