IANTO
Ianto could only grin to himself, having long realised that the best way to get around James was to not rise to any of his annoyances, however inconvenient they might be. "It's the least I can do. Poor waif like you, wandering through the snow to find my wagon," he said, sauntering up to the counter he sat upon and beginning to remove pots and pans from the cupboards overhead. (He bonked James on the head with one of the pots accidentally on purpose).
"You? Pure of heart? We are both liars, James, but there's no reason to be quite so far fetched," Ianto said with a snort, reaching down now to pull out a variety of vegetables, along with a parcel of beef packed in a container filled with snow. "Stew," he said. "Nothing better with this kind of weather."
"You? Pure of heart? We are both liars, James, but there's no reason to be quite so far fetched," Ianto said with a snort, reaching down now to pull out a variety of vegetables, along with a parcel of beef packed in a container filled with snow. "Stew," he said. "Nothing better with this kind of weather."
where are your gods now
