John has moved a little, and looks more alert as Ianto steps back in. He shifts, restless and fidgety, then his eyes land on the soup as Ianto pushes his way in.

"You found something then," he prompts, and John isn't strictly sure he really feels like eating any more but he probably should. His voice is a little less tight, but equally his eyes are skipping around the room more -- landing on seemingly random points before they direct their way back to Ianto. He does, however, sound more cheerful. "What's the Dranbu special?"

Nothing too fancy, he imagines, given the way it's being delivered -- but maybe that's for the best.