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[likesthecoat]

Ianto feels a sort of deja-vu when he sits at the bar and is greeted with a napkin requesting his services. "Teaboy to the rescue," he says to no one in particular, pats Bar and goes around her to take his place

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[childofathos]

"What is a 'barista'?" Teyla asks, sliding onto a stool at the bar.

[childofathos]

She tilts her head curiously. "Egbert? Is that a...traditional name in your world?"

[likesthecoat]

"No," Ianto says with a laugh, "it's just . . . ugly. Doesn't suit anyone."

[childofathos]

"Ah, I see. Egbert," she says, trying the name out. "I can see how that would be a...difficult name to fit."

[likesthecoat]

"When I lived in London people had a terrible time pronouncing my name. Kept wanting to call me Ian."

The distaste, it shows.

[childofathos]

"It is not such a difficult name to pronounce," Teyla says. "Ianto."

Trading with so many different cultures has given her an uncanny knack for correctly pronouncing people's names.

[likesthecoat]

Ianto beams. "That's what I think. But it's one of the good things about being home in Cardiff again--no more correcting people about my name."

[childofathos]

Teyla returns his smile, nodding. "It is always a comfort to be among people who require no explanation for such things."