Ianto rolled his eyes fondly at the other man, but decided not to take the piss in that moment. Well. Not too much. "It's the dial in the front," he said, nodding to it. "Low is low, and High is high, and well... I don't need to explain the tallies in between the two do I?"

He shook his head, smirking to himself and turning back to the sink to drain the pasta. When that was done, he made sure that he put it back in the pot, taking a strand of it to test. Well, it wasn't hard as a rock nor was it falling apart, so. He supposed at least the pasta part of the equation was a success. "How's the sauce coming along?" he asked, genuinely curious as he watched the other man stirring it. It certainly...well. It smelled like garlic, but there was garlic in the recipe after all, so he supposed that that was to be expected, right?