Speaking of Ianto's very blue eyes, they widen for a moment as he falls off balance, moving to catch himself against the other man as John pulls him closer in turn. Studying the other man's face as he studies him back. John looks puzzled and Ianto hasn't the faintest idea why. He pats a hand where it rests on the other man's chest, as if this will help in some way, tilting his head to the side and cracking a smile at him in turn.

“Steady on,” he urges him gently. “No mushrooms then. Not to eat anyway. Probably shouldn’t be rolling in then either. Best stay upright from this point out.” He smooths his hand in place again before stepping forward to sneak it around the other man’s waist, turning back to the mushrooms as he does.

“Right. Mushrooms. Big old forest of fungi. Fungle?” He swings his head up to rest on John’s shoulder, because it’s easier to look at him from this angle if he does. You know. Fungi jungle? Follow along, John. Isn’t he hilarious?