In the mood for a little heart failure. Ianto has to smile at the way that John phrases it. Honestly, he had been thinking of making something for the other man himself -- by no means a chef himself, he can get by without burning anything and anything he sets himself to comes out fairly decent. But he's not really looking to get into any sort of argument to make John sit down and let him take care of him for once in his life. If he's in the mood for a night spent in together with their choice of greasy takeaway and each other's company, Ianto's hardly going to say no.

"Well," he replies. "I don't know about the heart failure. But the food sounds nice. What've you got in mind?" He recognizes that they're on something of a budget but. If he's looking to get a job, next time it can be his treat, he reasons.