Penblwydd Hapus, Ianto.
For as much as she'd procrastinated, Gwen thinks Ianto's party is looking pretty damned good. Having managed to enlist some help in the kitchen from various people, the food actually looks well and truly edible, and smells nice, too. Some seafood and breads and sliced fruit (She'd managed that part), along with pitchers of smoothies and mixed juices and tea and coffee (And Gwen doesn't think it's too awful of her that she asked Ianto himself to make the last, because it's not as though he would drink anyone else's.) The piece de resistance, at least to Gwen's mind, is the absolutely gorgeous pineapple upsidedown cake sitting regally amongst all the trappings, and okay, maybe it looks gorgeous because the Doctor had done most of the work, but she'd helped, and it was her idea. Ianto wouldn't want to eat something she'd baked anyway. Being poisoned isn't a nice way to spend your birthday.
Having turned on the music to a low volume, she surveys the Hub, taking care to double check that there's enough cups and plates and things. Needing something to do with her hands, she fusses over the floral arrangements she's placed along the tables and bar and waits for guests.
[OOC: This is a gathering post for Ianto's birthday! You know how these things work, so if your pup knows Ianto (or is just a party crasher), tag in, give best wishes to the birthday boy, and mingle.]
Having turned on the music to a low volume, she surveys the Hub, taking care to double check that there's enough cups and plates and things. Needing something to do with her hands, she fusses over the floral arrangements she's placed along the tables and bar and waits for guests.
[OOC: This is a gathering post for Ianto's birthday! You know how these things work, so if your pup knows Ianto (or is just a party crasher), tag in, give best wishes to the birthday boy, and mingle.]