John hums under his breath as if considering it, carrying the puppy closer to the blanket. She squirms in his grip, trying to lean out toward Ianto and what he's holding.

"I dunno, what you thinking girl? Too big? Too small?"

She snuffles at Ianto, more interested in him than the blanket in truth.

"You don't think grey's too boring?" he prompts. Too boring might be relative when you're a puppy, but maybe it's not only the puppy's opinion that John is thinking about after all.