He shifts to nudge a foot against Ianto's under the table, getting his attention, then tilts his head and offers a playful smile.
"For next time. I'm pretty sure they'll make whatever you want here. I just like chips. So now you know something I'd order!"
John sets down his sandwich after taking another bite, picks up a napkin to vaguely rub his hands a little cleaner and lean onto the table so he can study Ianto better -- toying with some chips on the plate as he thinks.
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He shifts to nudge a foot against Ianto's under the table, getting his attention, then tilts his head and offers a playful smile.
"For next time. I'm pretty sure they'll make whatever you want here. I just like chips. So now you know something I'd order!"
John sets down his sandwich after taking another bite, picks up a napkin to vaguely rub his hands a little cleaner and lean onto the table so he can study Ianto better -- toying with some chips on the plate as he thinks.
"You miss them?"
His friends from Torchwood, that is.