Jack went to the cupboard, grabbing a pot and sticking it in the sink, filling it up to just the right amount of water, before sticking it on the burner. When all else failed, there was always pasta of some sort, and everyone liked pasta, didn't they? At least, Jack figured as much. Never mind the fact that he'd make a sauce that wasn't exactly what anyone would call normal, it was still just pasta in the end, right? Jack went about setting things up, leaving Ianto to do the talking, finding something calming in just going through the motions of doing something normal like that.

Ianto sat forward in his chair, propping his arm on the table, and his head on his hand, cocking his head at Sulu. "'Tellar delivery'?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "What's that, then?" He shook his head, smiling slightly. "And here I was thinking that ordering Indian cuisine was adventurous..."