"Given they've built their living spaces in the trees themselves, somehow I doubt that," Ianto says. Watching John for a moment as he stands and stretches before bending to fetch his shoes and lace them on again.

"Do you think they'd let me soak these boots in their pool?" he asks, glancing up at the other man after a moment of thought. "That is what you said I'm supposed to do with them, isn't it?"

Pushing himself up once he's done with his laces, he grabs the water bottle again and moves to stand beside the other man by the doorway. He carefully takes a step out to glance out and around, down and up and side to side to orient himself in their place in the city. It's mad, he remembers thinking, and it's still mad even now. He shakes his head as another of the little green Khali people soars by the entrance to their room, and takes a step back into the room. "Neverland indeed," he murmurs, the height honestly making him feel a little queasy at first. It had been much easier getting up there when he hadn't had the capacity to worry about how high up they really were.