John sounds a little more natural than he had before, and Ianto feels a little bit less like he's kicked him or taken his favorite toy away or -- well, as though he's scolded him for being bad which he supposes is something of exactly what he's done, in a way.

"Assuming we find some way of earning money," Ianto notes, which has been on his mind for a while now, they're going to make them start paying for everything sooner or later, including their housing for that matter, "the market district is sure to have something of the sort." If not exactly this than perhaps some other pseudo-ale for them to try, maybe?