Ianto laughed a little, shaking his head back at Sulu. "Say what you want about me looking good like that, I think I'd just look like I was sunburned, that's all. Nothing special. And you can get the same permanent blush look if we end up going somewhere cold as well. I'd much prefer having to bundle up than crisping in the sun," he said, with a shrug, "but that's probably just the Welshman in me, there."

"I'd imagine that the Enterprise didn't frequent local grocery's at all, no," he said, with a smile. And with all those mouths to feed, the replicator seemed like the best and easiest option to do that. Still. Nothing beat something cooked specifically for you. Ianto wasn't the best of cook's, but he'd lived alone enough to know his way around, and made a mental note to cook for Sulu, the next time he could. Ianto was definitely interested in the fact that Sulu missed all of those little things, though. He seemed to love his job, love the excitement, when it was exciting, the living the moment to it's fullest and all that.

"And...?" Ianto prompted, as Sulu trailed off, not really following Sulu's train of thought. He hadn't been the one to be left behind this time, after all. He knew what it was like to feel that way, had done so on multiple occasions, but it wasn't fresh in his mind at that moment, so he didn't automatically make the jump like he might have done.