IANTO
”Gosh, I don’t know. I’m not a violent man, Remi - I’d probably invite them in for tea.” Ianto grins over his shoulder (he’s already putting the kettle on the stove to do just that, nodding at the Alchemist as if to tell him to do come in already. ”It is much more special,” he says simply, getting down two cups from the cupboard and returning to Remi for the sole purpose of stealing back his pipe, the wagon filling with sweet smoke as he potters about.
”You made it with your own two hands. No magic, no nothin’ else. Just you.” He shrugs. ”I always find magical items a bit cold, myself.” The irony of a man who trades in them. ”Things that are created by hand have more magic than anything made by it. Want honey in your tea?”
”You made it with your own two hands. No magic, no nothin’ else. Just you.” He shrugs. ”I always find magical items a bit cold, myself.” The irony of a man who trades in them. ”Things that are created by hand have more magic than anything made by it. Want honey in your tea?”
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