IANTO
"Oh, undoubtedly. Hopefully you'll stick around long enough to find out what it is." Ianto grinned over his shoulder as he was shown into the kitchen, though he arched an eyebrow at the ice box in the corner. "Oh, I see," he said, "she's frosty on the inside, too." Laughing, the fox quickly went to work and stoked the fire so it would be hot enough to cook with.
From there he rummaged through the ice box, removing a few thick slabs of bacon to fry, humming to himself as he did so. He couldn't recall a time when he had felt quite so domestic, and the hiss of the meat on the griddle brought a strange and happy smile to his lips. "How does Sugar like it? Raw, I assume?"
From there he rummaged through the ice box, removing a few thick slabs of bacon to fry, humming to himself as he did so. He couldn't recall a time when he had felt quite so domestic, and the hiss of the meat on the griddle brought a strange and happy smile to his lips. "How does Sugar like it? Raw, I assume?"
where are your gods now
