"Even Chinese food goes bad if you leave it in the refrigerator for a couple weeks, you know," Ianto said, shaking his head at the other man. "I'm going to hope that the reason you're saying that is just that you've never let it go that long before."

"And as for what's next," he said, stepping over to set the microwave timer for 11 minutes like the box said, before turning back to the pan, "we melt the butter." He looked over at Sulu. "Okay, so. Not the most exciting cooking to do, but. Melting butter. Can't really go wrong there, yeah?" He checked the box. "Then we add the cream and let it simmer for five minutes." Whatever simmering meant. He probably should have done a little more research on this than he really did, but how hard could pasta be, for god's sake.