Ianto sits back to look up at the other man, biting his lip slightly as he runs the question over in his head. Technically they hadn't said anything about it at all, but he isn't certain whether that should mean that it's safe to assume anything one way or the other.

"Well," he hedges, slightly. "So long as you're not planning on drinking to excess...? If they weren't warning me against it then it should probably be fine."

Probably. Glancing back down at his bag he digs into it a little more before glancing around the room itself. John's the medic, not him. "What about... A branch?" Ianto offers, looking back to the other man uncertainly. They are in a village made from a giant tree, after all. Maybe it could work?