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[likesthecoat]

The Bar has an uncanny ability to sense when Ianto comes into Milliways to brood: she always asks him to bartend on those days. He supposes this is a good thing: it keeps him from dwelling too much in his own head.

There's nothing wrong with playing to his own strengths, too.

TODAY'S SPECIALS
COFFEE
Vermont Coffee
Gunline Coffee
Newfoundland

Comments

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings, Ianto Jones!" Teja says. "Or am I to say Ianto, instead of your whole name?"

He is leaning by the bar, looking very un-Gothic in jeans, sneakers, and a grey tee-shirt with a Harley Davidson logo.

[likesthecoat]

Ianto blinks at him. "Greetings, Teja. Just Ianto is always fine.

"Whose wardrobe did you raid?"

[ostro_goth]

"I asked the bar for clothes from the future," Teja says, "and I was given this."

Pause.

"What is in these special coffees?"

[likesthecoat]

"They suit you," Ianto says.

"The Vermont has maple syrup and rum, the Gunline has spices and chocolate, and the Newfoundland has rum and a couple different liqueurs. I thought I'd mix things up a bit."

[ostro_goth]

"I would have that with the maple syrup and rum," Teja says. "I know not what a 'Vermont' is, otherwise; but the mixture sounds interesting."

[likesthecoat]

"A Vermont," says Ianto as he gets the coffee pot, "is a place where they grow maple trees and make syrup."

He begins mixing.

[ostro_goth]

"Ahhh," Teja says, "like a vineyard, for wine?"

[likesthecoat]

Ianto chuckles. "In America, the country is divided into states. Like shires or provinces, I suppose. One of the states is called Vermont. The maple tree equivalent of a vineyard is called a sugar bush."

He twirls the cup as he pours in the maple syrup and then sets it in front of Teja.

[ostro_goth]

Teja sips it.

"This is very good!" he says. "Is Vermont a place of many sugar bushes, then?"

[likesthecoat]

"I assume so. It's what they're famous for." He leans on the bar, lazily swishing a tea towel back and forth. "I've never been."

[ostro_goth]

"The new lands beyond the oceans are far from where you live, are they not?" Teja says, drinking his coffee.

[likesthecoat]

"Thousands of miles," Ianto says. "It is four times as far from London to New York as it is from Rome to Constantinople."

[ostro_goth]

"Oh," Teja says. "I am sure, before there were flying machines, men did not travel back and forth very often. It would have taken long."

[likesthecoat]

"Weeks by boat, I believe. I'd have to look it up."

[ostro_goth]

"Oh no, 'long' suffices as description," Teja says. "I do not mean to make the voyage by boat; if I go there, I go from here, through somebody's door."

[likesthecoat]

"Best way," says Ianto. "Better in a blink of an eye than hours and hours, even by plane."