"I don't really have anything in mind."

He flips the fridge closed again and turns to lean back against the counter, face scrunching.

"I'm not that hungry, but. Something easy, I guess?"

Not that anything they tend to eat is especially complicated, but still. He ambles back over and offers the bottle of beer he's holding to Ianto, letting the fingers of his free hand reach out to skim up and down the other man's arm.

"You got a preference, or shall we just flip a coin?"