Ianto is grateful that the shopkeeper is siding with him and not humoring the other man for being ridiculous. Who knows what they could walk out of there with otherwise.
"We can find out which bed fits in our apartment," Ianto retorts, "and whether or not it's going to break the budget. She's a baby, she hasn't even lived long enough to have a preference one way or the other. Come on."
He steps up to where the shopkeeper had gestured, squinting at the blankets before plucking one off of the piles. It's plain gray, but soft and quilted. It feels like it'll be comfortable enough for her to snuggle with while not being too difficult to clean after the fact. Ianto takes a step toward John and the puppy with the blanket in hand, raising his eyebrows in question.
"Well, then, Goldilocks?" he asks John. "How's this for size?"
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"We can find out which bed fits in our apartment," Ianto retorts, "and whether or not it's going to break the budget. She's a baby, she hasn't even lived long enough to have a preference one way or the other. Come on."
He steps up to where the shopkeeper had gestured, squinting at the blankets before plucking one off of the piles. It's plain gray, but soft and quilted. It feels like it'll be comfortable enough for her to snuggle with while not being too difficult to clean after the fact. Ianto takes a step toward John and the puppy with the blanket in hand, raising his eyebrows in question.
"Well, then, Goldilocks?" he asks John. "How's this for size?"