"I think the question is more whether you're up to the challenge of it," Ianto countered, with a grin. "Because really, we're both in equally over our heads as far as this whole cooking thing is concerned." Alright, not true. Ianto probably knew how to cook a little more than Sulu. He was trying to be a little more sophisticated than a can of soup on the stove or a box of pasta and a sauce out of a jar for this, though. Which, in hindsight, would have been a lot easier and a guaranteed success, but. He'd wanted to at least give it a go.

He reached forward, taking the pasta off the stove, and moved over to the sink, going to drain it. "I think you can handle it," he said, with a mischievous smile. "Just put in the cheese and however much garlic it says, stir it with a fork, and call it done. Not too hard, yeah?"