Ianto flicks a smile at the other man, tipping back the last of his coffee before reaching into his lapel to pull out a small notepad and pen.

"Closet," he muses aloud, jotting the word down in shorthand as he does. "Couch, kitchen space..."

Maybe John was being facetious when he'd mentioned making a list, but never put it past Ianto Jones to pass up the opportunity for further organization.

He glances up at the other man at the suggestion of a space outside, rattling the idea of it about in his head before he allows himself to answer.

"Do you mean. A garden?"