Ianto measured out the cream needed into a measuring cup, moving to stand back at the stove. The butter was mostly melted, so he decided he might as well pour it in. What next? Oh, simmer for 5 minutes. He set that to simmering and went to wash out the measuring cup. Washing dishes, at least that was familiar. The only familiar thing about his kitchen, really. "It's not precise, no. Hell, most cooks even measure ingredients by what 'feels right'. So who knows, really. I'll never really understand it myself..."

He looked at the clock. Only a minute of simmering had happened. God, cooking took more time than he really had patience to give it sometimes. He understood why he wasn't more of a cook in the first place in that moment.