Ianto watches John playing with the puppy for a moment, a fond smile spreading itself across his face before he forces himself to focus and glance up to look around the shop around himself to consider the other man’s question.

“Well...” he reasons aloud. “The sooner we have her crate the sooner we know just exactly how much space we’ll need for it, and where. I’m assuming — we would be crate training her, if she’s not already started by now?” He tilts his head at John, raising an eyebrow slightly. Maybe he doesn’t like the idea of it himself. These are the sorts of things they need to iron out between them sooner rather than later.