it's not what it looks like
Ianto arched an eyebrow at Remi's questions, feeling the urge to lock up everything about himself take hold, but he reminded himself that this was a friend - and a trusted one, too. "Sort of, yes," he murmured. "I can drive it anywhere. But to get to it, I have to call - to let it know that it's me. Else, I'll lose it forever." He grinned crookedly, shrugging his shoulders like that was a perfectly valid explanation.
"The pleasure is mine," Ianto murmured with a warm smile, following after Remi into the wagon and clicking the door shut behind him. He stretched mightily - and he was able to, for the wagon they stepped into was certainly not the small little structure it appeared on the outside.
Within, they would find themselves in a plush room hanging with silks and scattered with pillows for seats. To one side of them was a door which led, apparently, into the side of the wagon(?), and one corner held an array of cups, bottles, dishes and drinks. Towards the back of the wagon, an arrangement of cushions and blankets made a perfect fox's den. "Take a seat wherever," Ianto invited, ducking around a few hanging baubles of light and waving a hand to waft away a curl of smoke from an incense burner.
"The pleasure is mine," Ianto murmured with a warm smile, following after Remi into the wagon and clicking the door shut behind him. He stretched mightily - and he was able to, for the wagon they stepped into was certainly not the small little structure it appeared on the outside.
Within, they would find themselves in a plush room hanging with silks and scattered with pillows for seats. To one side of them was a door which led, apparently, into the side of the wagon(?), and one corner held an array of cups, bottles, dishes and drinks. Towards the back of the wagon, an arrangement of cushions and blankets made a perfect fox's den. "Take a seat wherever," Ianto invited, ducking around a few hanging baubles of light and waving a hand to waft away a curl of smoke from an incense burner.
