"Well," Ianto replies, equally as careful with his words in return, although perhaps not precisely for the same reasoning. "It would be a bit less ridiculous if it didn't take up most of our kitchen space." Our. Stop it, Ianto. You're making too much of a fuss about nothing. And being far too self-conscious about this, especially considering how closely they're walking together.

"I suppose I could always go back to working in a cafe." There, a nice topic to settle on instead. Considering he's going to have to secure himself an income first before any of the rest of this comes after the fact. "It's no Torchwood, but. It's something?"