Hot Cocoa A-Go-Go
Ianto smiled as he turned on the coffee maker. This was one of his favorite parts of working at Torchwood, as boring as it may have seemed to everyone else. There was just something about a freshly brewed pot of coffee that brightened Ianto’s day. The Welshman poured the coffee into the rest of the team’s mugs and proceeded to make it how each of them preferred it. Two sugars and a smidgen of milk for Gwen, one sugar and a creamer for Tosh, just the creamer for Owen, and half-and-half for Jack. Ianto himself took his coffee black. He couldn’t understand why people would want to detract from the flavor, but to each his own.
Ianto walked around the hub, delivering his teammates’ coffee to them as they worked. Each of them thanked him in their own way. First Tosh, who smiled and said, “Thanks,” before turning back to her computer. Then Gwen, who nodded and gave a small smile as she tapped away at her keyboard. Next Owen, who grunted in approval while leaning over the body of an alien they’d found the previous night. The last person Ianto gave their coffee to was Jack, and he thanked Ianto with a kiss.
“I have a request for tonight,” Jack said after he pulled back.
“Oh?” Ianto asked.
“Well, it’s been cold outside, and I can think of no better way to - well, okay, that’s a lie. I can think of several better ways. But, I think a nice way to warm all of us up after some Weevil hunting would be some hot chocolate. Don’t you think?”
“How do you know there will be Weevil hunting tonight, sir?” Ianto asked.
“I’ve just got a feeling that if we make plans at night, like drinking hot chocolate, that will be the night that the Weevils show up. So we’ll make plans that can be done with or without the Weevil hunting, and it should be fine.”
“Do you think it has anything to do with their low-level telepathy?”
“I was thinking something closer to Murphy’s Law, but that’s actually a valid point. Maybe Janet knows when we get free time and decides to alert everyone else.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Hot chocolate sounds good, sir. I’ll go out and buy some cocoa.”
“And whipped cream! Don’t forget whipped cream,” Jack added, smirking.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”
Ianto walked around the hub, delivering his teammates’ coffee to them as they worked. Each of them thanked him in their own way. First Tosh, who smiled and said, “Thanks,” before turning back to her computer. Then Gwen, who nodded and gave a small smile as she tapped away at her keyboard. Next Owen, who grunted in approval while leaning over the body of an alien they’d found the previous night. The last person Ianto gave their coffee to was Jack, and he thanked Ianto with a kiss.
“I have a request for tonight,” Jack said after he pulled back.
“Oh?” Ianto asked.
“Well, it’s been cold outside, and I can think of no better way to - well, okay, that’s a lie. I can think of several better ways. But, I think a nice way to warm all of us up after some Weevil hunting would be some hot chocolate. Don’t you think?”
“How do you know there will be Weevil hunting tonight, sir?” Ianto asked.
“I’ve just got a feeling that if we make plans at night, like drinking hot chocolate, that will be the night that the Weevils show up. So we’ll make plans that can be done with or without the Weevil hunting, and it should be fine.”
“Do you think it has anything to do with their low-level telepathy?”
“I was thinking something closer to Murphy’s Law, but that’s actually a valid point. Maybe Janet knows when we get free time and decides to alert everyone else.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Hot chocolate sounds good, sir. I’ll go out and buy some cocoa.”
“And whipped cream! Don’t forget whipped cream,” Jack added, smirking.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”