Ianto moved to stand over the pot, looking down at it. It seemed to look alright, but what did he know about these things when it came down to it? "I think so, yeah. Here," he said, reaching forward and turning off the burner. "All that's left to do is pour it over the pasta and serve..." Which needed plates and utensils.

"Alright," he said. "If you can do that, I'll... I'll get the table ready. You've already stated before your opinions on the idea of me asking you to clean anything," he said, with a wry quirk of a smile. He was going to try his best to pretend that he wasn't really apprehensive of the food, but. Neither of them were cooks, and Ianto certainly didn't have a good track record with anything in the kitchen save for the coffee machine, so. Just because he was pretending he wasn't didn't actually mean that. Stepping back, he went to clear the table and get it set nonetheless. Who knows, maybe he could be proven wrong...