"It's just pasta," Sulu suggested as Ianto gestured to the box, "It's not like it won't keep. It's right up there with take out Chinese food, right?" Opening the box, Sulu contemplated two modes of action. One - he could just dump the box in at once and save time. Or, two - he could put handfuls of pasta in at a time.

Given the fact that he had a bad feeling about dumping a bunch of pasta into a pot of boiling water so close to his person, he decided to go the safer route, making sure the pasta didn't make the water spill over and burn him.

"I think I've got this part covered," he said when Ianto turned to check on him, having successfully done his part in this whole cooking process. He idly gave the pot one more stir before raising a brow at the other man, smiling a little. "What now, head chef?"