Ianto ticks down his mental list and settles on something for the puppy to eat out of.

"Bowls," he murmurs aloud, beginning to wander over to that section of the store. "Food and water. And something to put down underneath it to protect the floor," he adds, glancing back at the puppy knowingly. "Or we could get a fountain? Those are a little harder for her to tip over..."

And they wouldn't have to fill it up every other second after she did.