Ianto smiled as Sulu verbally walked them through the motions there. "Make it, and then if it's any good, eat it as well," he said, finishing the train of thought slightly cheekily. "That's generally how things go, when you wake up in the morning and go to make breakfast, after all..."

Ianto ran a hand through his own hair, combing his fingers through it slightly. He probably looked a bit of a mess, he gathered. He wasn't used to having long hair, after all, he'd taken to keeping it down. Not that he couldn't have done something with it. He had a sister, after all, and just because he was her brother didn't mean that she didn't rope him into things like that, especially when he was little.

"...of course," he said, after a moment. "That would mean that we'd have to actually get up to start this process going, however."