"Oh, of course," Ianto said, repeating Sulu's words, but really, he did believe him. Sulu wasn't really one to boast about things, so if he said that he was a good pilot...well. Then he probably was. As Sulu set the toast down in front of him, Ianto reached forward to pull it closer, blushing and thanking Sulu quietly, still not quite okay with the idea of having to make other people go out of their way to do such simple things for him as making toast. It was one thing to have someone do it just because, but it was another thing entirely when he just couldn't. Ianto had never been good at being sick, and this...this was so much worse than just being sick.

"I won't tell on you," Ianto said, taking a bite of his toast, not realizing just how hungry he was until he was eating and it tasted so much better than normal jam on toast usually tasted. "I've already almost got you in trouble with him once, I don't know if I can talk him out of it again this time." Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration. "When he first came to the community, I...well. Might have let slip that you'd warned me against getting on his bad side. I'm not sure if you heard about that or not. If you didn't, I guess that means my convincing worked, and if not...sorry about that."

"...I would like to go flying with you sometime, though," Ianto said, jumping conversation points again. "Although...no tricks. Or well. Nothing too daredevil. I get enough of that riding shotgun with Jack, and I will shriek like a girl, and no, you're not allowed to do it just to hear that, Lieutenant," he said, shooting Sulu a look over his toast.