"Mmm, just the once, I see..." He noted that the way Sulu said it made it sound like there would be more nights in the future where they made dinner and ate it together and were pretty mundane in just enjoying each other's company, and really. Ianto like the sound of it. Even if it was mundane. The fact that he could enjoy things that bored him simply because the other man was around and keeping him company during them did wonders for his mood, especially in that moment.

He flushed, slightly, clearing his head of such thoughts and stepping up to the pot with the plates, serving himself what he considered to be a fair portion before looking to Sulu. "D'you want to serve yourself, or shall I do the honors?" he asked. He'd be lying if he said he weren't a bit apprehensive about this whole alfredo thing though. It smelled...really garlic. And he wasn't sure that the sauce should be as thick as it was. It seemed to be solidifying rather quickly.