The tupperware is oddly endearing, and Ianto smiles both at its appearance as well as in relief at the mention of food.

"I'm sure it's better than you make it sound but god, you're a lifesaver," he says, gratefully. He does have money for takeaway if it had come to that, but the money is John's and he'd rather save it up for something that might help benefit his roommate in turn than spend it because he's being picky about his offerings.

Speaking of -- he supposes he should start out with business, before he makes this entirely a social call. "It's pretty shit," he agrees. "And it's just going to get worse from here." He toys with his beer before glancing up at the other man, his expression sobering. "I don't suppose you might know anything about the shamans?"