The Middle of Yellow Brick Road, Thursday Afternoon (01/30)

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In an effort to help out a little around the house until she found her own place, Tosh had offered to run some of Ianto's errands for him. He'd agreed to this, as it freed him up to clean up after the latest mess Jack had left in the Lair, and he'd given her a short list of groceries, and the address of the dry cleaners

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Dean, who'd been passing by, his own mouthful of manna candy from the gods, stopped to laugh at her.

"Have a nice trip?" he asked her in Portuguese. His eye twitched.

Dude, what the hell was wrong with him?

Ooo, more free candy.

[ooc: Dean would like all the enablers to know that he hates them. I'm looking forward to my cookie and free booze. . . .]

[wevegotrules]

Tosh didn't speak Portuguese, unfortunately. She spoke several other languages, one of them not even from this planet, but sadly, she had no idea what Dean was saying.

The laughing at her was pretty obvious, though. "There's a hole or something. I think I broke a heel," Tosh replied, scowling up at him. She placed her hand on the ground to push herself up, but slipped halfway, and landed on her ass.

"Damn it!"

[givemethehunt]

Dean laughed more.

Or, to be more accurate, was still laughing. And starting to turn slightly purple, since it was getting a little hard to catch his breath in the midst of all that laughter.

Poor Dean, he had a real soft spot for taffy.

What the hell was wrong with him?

"There's something weird going on," That was in Czech. "Are you okay?" And that? Navajo.

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Nope, still hadn't hit a language Tosh understood. And the laughter was starting to really piss her off.

Also, she was pretty sure she had a hell of a bruise on her ass.

"If this a joke, it isn't even remotely funny. Oh God, look at Ianto's suits. He's going to have a heart attack. Am I sitting in egg?"