"Oh, indeed, out in the country especially. We have our green spaces in the city, of course. I tend to bring visitors to Bute Park, when the weather agrees."
Being Welsh, the weather has to be gale-force winds and/or snow for him to think the weather does not agree.
"Caerdydd," Teyla repeats. Her pronunciation is flawless.
She puts a hand out to touch the car--she's not entirely sure what she expects it to feel like--and she sniffs a little, the smell of rubber and oil an unfamiliar one.
"It's a combustion engine that runs on petroleum," Ianto says. "I don't know if any of that means anything to you, but that's the technology." He unlocks the passenger door and opens it for her.
"Oh!" She says, glancing around her with wide eyes. Cardiff is the biggest city she's ever been in. "You have a car?"
She can definitely brave the cold for a car ride.
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He stops and takes off his coat, and lays it over her shoulders. He's got his suit jacket--it'll do.
"This way."
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"Is the weather often like this?"
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Every world has something positive about it. Or so she believes.
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Being Welsh, the weather has to be gale-force winds and/or snow for him to think the weather does not agree.
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He nods to the vehicle in front of them. "That's my car."
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She puts a hand out to touch the car--she's not entirely sure what she expects it to feel like--and she sniffs a little, the smell of rubber and oil an unfamiliar one.
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He does just that.
He drives them through the prettier parts of the city, so she can see things like the Norwegian church and the bay.
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"It is a beautiful city," she says softly. "And...so many people."
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"Three hundred thousand, give or take. It feels like more because we're so close together."
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