Ianto nodded at the idea of a shower, although at the mention of burning his jeans, he shook his head. "Shouldn't need to," he said, "unless this is some sort of crazy pollen that doesn't come out with a little soap and water. I don't know what sort of laundry you have aboard the ship, but if that doesn't do the trick, I can see if I might be able to get it out the old-fashioned way back in Cardiff," he said, with a bit of a quirked smile. "It would be a shame to have to get rid of them, after all. They are very nice."

What with the fact that he was probably covered in sand and pollen and salt water, though, the idea of a nice warm shower sounded pretty good to Ianto himself. "Think you can make it through a shower without falling asleep?" he teased, gently, although he was half serious. Sulu looked absolutely knackered, he thought.