"C'mon," Jack said, messing about with something in a frying pan that started to smell really good. Spicy, but not in a hot kind of way. "Back me up here, Ianto. Have I ever made you anything bad? Anything that was too horrible to even finish?"

Ianto...had to say that no, he really hadn't. So he shook his head. "No, actually, he... He's telling the truth. I don't know why you're going off on me about this, though. I believe you, Jack. And I'm not saying that you're going to make us anything horrible, I've even complimented your skills. I just... I know that you never make 'just' anything." That he never did or was 'just' anything. Jack was too big and too loud and to alive to ever have 'just' anything even apply to him, after all.

Jack shrugged. "You'll like this," he said, to the pair of them. "I've made it for you before, so it's not like I'm just throwing something new at you, here. I'll..." he said, pausing as he dug through Ianto's spice cabinet, "I'll have to improvise a little, because you don't have the same things you did then, but. It should be just as good."

Ianto rolled his eyes. "Just so you clean up after yourself, I don't suppose I really care." Which was...odd. Ianto usually did the cleaning up, if Jack cooked. And yet. Well. He really didn't have the option, anymore. He swallowed, instinctively going for another sip of tea to save him from spiraling down that train of thought.