it's not what it looks like
"Ah, yes," Ianto said with a smirk, lifting his cup to his nose so he could inhale the sweet scents of the tea. "If only they knew we snuck out here into a wagon just to drink tea and make jokes at each other." He chuckled, before lowering the cup again to let the liquid inside cool down a bit. In the meantime, it seemed that Remi had quite the tale to tell.
Listening intently, it was clear that Ianto had not heard about anything like this Voice, the fox shaking his head slowly. All he had been told about was this danger that was within the barrier. No one seemed to know much more than that, and for apparently good reason. "I suppose it is," he murmured. "Thank you though, for telling me. It... at least I know I'm not waiting around for all of us to go back to Northaven."
Listening intently, it was clear that Ianto had not heard about anything like this Voice, the fox shaking his head slowly. All he had been told about was this danger that was within the barrier. No one seemed to know much more than that, and for apparently good reason. "I suppose it is," he murmured. "Thank you though, for telling me. It... at least I know I'm not waiting around for all of us to go back to Northaven."
