Ianto chuckled. "No, no, that's only as a punishment to others. Unless you plan on doing something to make me angry at you, you can get coffee just for being here."

He led him up the spiral staircase and across the short walkway to the hothouse. "Like I said, it's not much," he said, opening the door, "but it's definitely a bit more than a bunch of poppies." The hothouse was much like a laboratory of some sort, with a big illuminated work station in the middle of the room, what little plants they had in their own little contained atmospheres encased in glass jars over the pots.