Ianto made a face at Sulu, trying to decide what made him question it more, the part about eating dogs, (or anything related to dogs for that matter), or the part about having to fight with them before you could get a meal of vegetables and dog. "...maybe I'll just stick to Chinese and Indian," Ianto said, quirking a little smile at the other man. He wasn't that sure about eating canines, and he could have vegetables any time. "Leave all of that sort of thing to you, and all."

"Dog isn't half bad," Jack piped up, from the stove.

Ianto shot a look over his shoulder at Jack. "I am never going to trust you to cook meat for me ever again, if you say things like that," he said. Jack shrugged, throwing a, "Not like I could find something like that at the market, anyway," over his shoulder, before turning back to his work. Ianto just shook his head. He supposed...if it tasted good, he wouldn't mind too much. He'd just prefer not to know what he was eating, if it came down to that, though.