Ianto smiles at the other man before plucking a chip out for himself, watching as he rummages for himself as well. He had been hoping that John would eat with him as well, even if the other man had implied that he hadn't been all that hungry. He needs to eat, even if all Ianto's offering him are chips and fried chicken tenders.

"I knew we couldn't go wrong with the corner shop," he says, settling himself against the counter more comfortably. "Do you want your own beer again? Now that I've mostly finished your first. Or shall we agree to share in all things, here?"