"Sleeping... not speaking their language, a little eating, some walking around." And a little unexpected side trip to Venice, but Ianto won't mention that until the Doctor remembers it. "It was... nice."
And by nice, of course, Ianto means rather boring. Teaching them to make tea, that was an adventure, but most of it was... boring. He needed boring.
The fisherman's wife enters the room with two cups of tea, beaming at her guests. "You're lucky, Eeanto, that I already had water over the fire." She hands one cup to the Doctor and the other to Ianto, patting Ianto's cheek as she does. "This will put some color in your cheeks. You're paler than the sand! Who's your guest?"
It's strange, Ianto thinks, to hear the same voice and inflection in a language he finally understands. Laila - he thinks that's her name, or maybe a title - always took great pleasure in talking to him in her language, knowing full well he couldn't understand a word. He'd respond to the best of his ability, guessing from her tone, and she would laugh and pat his head and try to teach him words.
Ianto smiles and ducks away from her hand. "This is the Doctor, Laila..."
"Oh, I knew I could get you to stop speaking gibberish!"
"It is a pleasure to meet you," the Doctor says to Laila. With a polite little "ah, thank you," he accepts the tea. It's not the best tea he's ever had (not nearly sweet enough), but considering this planet isn't supposed to know what it is yet, he's grateful.
He smiles at the woman. "I really must thank you for taking such good care of my friend while he was here." Of course, he's just assuming she took good care of Ianto. But it seems like a good guess, since Ianto doesn't seem like someone who's been mistreated. And she brought them both tea.
"Oh, it was no trouble at all, Doctor," she assures him, in that way very hospitable people tend to do. "Eeanto has been a wonderful help with the baby. Even if he couldn't speak properly."
And by nice, of course, Ianto means rather boring. Teaching them to make tea, that was an adventure, but most of it was... boring. He needed boring.
The fisherman's wife enters the room with two cups of tea, beaming at her guests. "You're lucky, Eeanto, that I already had water over the fire." She hands one cup to the Doctor and the other to Ianto, patting Ianto's cheek as she does. "This will put some color in your cheeks. You're paler than the sand! Who's your guest?"
It's strange, Ianto thinks, to hear the same voice and inflection in a language he finally understands. Laila - he thinks that's her name, or maybe a title - always took great pleasure in talking to him in her language, knowing full well he couldn't understand a word. He'd respond to the best of his ability, guessing from her tone, and she would laugh and pat his head and try to teach him words.
Ianto smiles and ducks away from her hand. "This is the Doctor, Laila..."
"Oh, I knew I could get you to stop speaking gibberish!"
"And Doctor, this is Laila."
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He smiles at the woman. "I really must thank you for taking such good care of my friend while he was here." Of course, he's just assuming she took good care of Ianto. But it seems like a good guess, since Ianto doesn't seem like someone who's been mistreated. And she brought them both tea.
"Oh, it was no trouble at all, Doctor," she assures him, in that way very hospitable people tend to do. "Eeanto has been a wonderful help with the baby. Even if he couldn't speak properly."
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