it's not what it looks like
Sam will be pleased to note that the news that he’s Ascended rolls off Ianto like water off a duck’s back. All the fox does at the revelation is raise his eyebrows in mild surprise, taking one last puff on his pipe before putting it out, tapping away the leftover ashes. ”That’s a shame - about the booze and drugs, I mean. They can be a lot of fun.” His laughter is warm, teasing almost, but he’s not the type to judge other’s choices.
”Knowing Caido, it’ll probably last all damned season,” Ianto remarks with a chuckle, carefully putting away the pipe, dangling his feet from the edge of the wagon and stretching mightily. ”Still, I guess everywhere has to have its downsides, right? I’m sure the place will be prepared for it, if it happens every year. I’ll spend the season as a fox if I have to.”
”Knowing Caido, it’ll probably last all damned season,” Ianto remarks with a chuckle, carefully putting away the pipe, dangling his feet from the edge of the wagon and stretching mightily. ”Still, I guess everywhere has to have its downsides, right? I’m sure the place will be prepared for it, if it happens every year. I’ll spend the season as a fox if I have to.”
