Thwack and Leather.

[dontask_pcandy]

There were zombies in the Hub, and I was asleep in some sort of blue misery until T was called to go help. I was a bit groggy even though I haven't been alcohol soaked since the CoT party and the apparently embarassing things I did then.  I remember T needing thread and sequin control though, hurr hurr!  
I caught some comment about setting a

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[ask_aboutcoffee]

Your mates will be back in Cardiff sooner or later, Andy, we all come back from London eventually. Some of us by choice, some of us because our place of employ was destroyed by aliens!

You look marvelous in Edwardian cricketing gear, Andy, but I can't help notice some of your salad seems to have stuck to your lapel. Celery is such a...well, it's a brave choice. Not many men can carry off a decorative vegetable!

[ask_captainjack]

It's sort of wilted. I'd still eat it though. 'Beggars can't be choosers' is what we'd say to each other in the trenches!

[ask_aboutcoffee]

It's not for eating! It's obviously an accessory from the future. I don't think celery would be a good look for me, though.

Leeks, possibly, or a fingerling potato.

[neifile7]

A leek, plainly, is the only appropriate choice for such a heroic Welshman.

Frankly, I'm surprised that Andy would consider anything else.

[ask_aboutcoffee]

Number one rule of the TARDIS, Nei File: You don't question the fashion she gives you!

She's like Italy that way.

(Also she makes really good angel hair pasta.)

[ask_captainjack]

You sound like you admire the TARDIS.

Admiring the TARDIS is MY THING, Ianto.

You're supposed to stay in the Hub and not try to go off and have adventures.

I can't tell what you're thinking.

Your expression is hard to read.

WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?

[ask_aboutcoffee]

She has Andy and T, Jack! And look how much fun she's having giving Andy clothing.

It's like when I said I thought Greece looked pleasant. I don't want to move to Greece! I just like the look of it (and stuffed grape leaves). I'm not going to open Torchwood Athens or something.

That metaphor got away from me.

[dontask_pcandy]

Yes, this.

You argue with a TARDIS and see how far you get. A dialogue maybe, as long as you do nothing but listen. Even the Doc calls Tardy girl "frankly magnificent" without even a trace of irony.

[ask_captainjack]

He also calls chicken fingers "frankly magnificient".

He's an enthusiastic kind of guy!

[dontask_pcandy]

The way I call custard cream biscuits "frankly magnificent" ?

[ask_captainjack]

Except that chicken IS magnificient but biscuits are just fantastic.

[dontask_pcandy]

Magnificent = custard creams dipped in tea, coffee, cappuchino, moca.
Fantastic = bourbon, hobnob,digestive in tea.
Good = all the above biscuits in instant coffee.

Never again = cornish pasty dipped in beer.

[ask_captainjack]

Let's experiment with cornish pasty dipped in gravy.

[ask_aboutcoffee]

That was a dropped-my-pasty-in-my-beer-after-a-night-out moment, wasn't it?

[dontask_pcandy]

The moment that just keeps on going and never goes away.

[ask_aboutcoffee]

Don't feel bad, I had an incident with a kebab once that doesn't bear repeating.