Ah! John's eyebrows go up a moment in understanding and he takes another swig of his drink, turns back and opens the kitchen cupboards to examine what Ianto bought.

"You want something? I can make you pasta."

He sets down the bottle and fishes down a packet, frowning at it in thought then scans the other options. He's not a genius cook but he can make pasta. Pasta with... some kind of sauce? With something mixed in? He opens the fridge and looks beyond the inside of the door this time, squinting at it sceptically.

"Or, I can go grab something greasy if you're in the mood for a little heart-failure."