Ianto meets John's eyes with a questioning expression that also seems to say oh ye of little faith before he sets down his coffee and reaches into the light jacket that he's wearing to produce a small notebook and, yes, a pencil.

He hands both over, quirking an eyebrow at the other man in curiosity before he reaches for another fry. Pretty sure that there's nothing incriminating in this particular book for John to come across as he flips to find a fresh page, at least.