Ianto looked down at the bottle in his hand, as he paused on his way to searching out a corkscrew in his kitchen. "It's from your parents?" Ianto said, suddenly feeling...like he should be treating it a bit better, somehow? Or...who knows, exactly. He put it down on the table, and went searching through some drawers.

"Here," Ianto said, handing the corkscrew to Sulu and taking the bouquet off of him in return. Unconscious of what he was doing, really, he bent his head and smelled them, smiling a bit lopsidedly at them. "...I think you're going to have to handle opening the bottle. I'm probably liable to hurt myself with it, at the moment..." he said, honestly, as if he weren't standing there smiling at a bouquet of roses in his hands.