Ianto
More chests make their way into the back of Ianto's wagon, and soon enough he's hopping up the steps back into the manor for the very last bags. "Never really got into art myself," he says, "but if you make anything good, maybe I'll sell it on my wagon." Hoisting a bag over his shoulder, he makes his way back out and tucks it on board, dusting off his clothes. "Mm, I don't think you'll be lacking customers, though it might take a bit of time for them to trust you."
With all the packing done, Ianto gestures to the wagon steps. "You want to ride up front or inside?" he asks. Then Oliver mentions food, and well, the fox is sold. "Deal," he says immediately, his grin bright and golden. "We can cook in that frying pan you make me."
With all the packing done, Ianto gestures to the wagon steps. "You want to ride up front or inside?" he asks. Then Oliver mentions food, and well, the fox is sold. "Deal," he says immediately, his grin bright and golden. "We can cook in that frying pan you make me."
